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Emily Dickinson

Amherst / Massachusetts
Monday, January 20, 2003

I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain (280)

Rating: 4.7
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--
Emily Dickinson
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COMMENTS
* Sunprincess * 24 September 2015
........possibly she is speaking of depression ?
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Curtis Johnson 23 September 2015
This poem speaks to me but of death and a descent into the unknown. The pathway there seemed to portray some sense of essence and conscious reality, but clearly there was clearly a point of finish.
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Adam Sobh 15 April 2009
I'm doing a project on Emily Dickinson for my 11th grade American Literature class, and i need to find a poem by Miss Emily Dickinson and then analyze it, i chose this poem, but i don't really understand it, so if anybody could please explain it to me and help me to better understand it, i would be extremely grateful.
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