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Dickinson, Emily: I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)

Portre of Dickinson, Emily

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280) (English)

   
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading—treading—till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through—

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum— 
Kept beating—beating—till I thought
My Mind was going numb—

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space—began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here—

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down— 
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing—then—



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