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