I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

Emily Dickinson

1830 to 1886

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And then I heard them lift a Box

And hit a World, at every plunge,

And Finished knowing - then -

Kept beating - beating - till I thought

And creak across my Soul

Then Space - began to toll,

And Being, but an Ear,

A Service, like a Drum -

And when they all were seated,

That Sense was breaking through -

My mind was going numb -

With those same Boots of Lead, again,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,

Wrecked, solitary, here -

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,

Kept treading - treading - till it seemed

And I, and Silence, some strange Race,

And I dropped down, and down -

And Mourners to and fro

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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

Emily Dickinson

1830 to 1886

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