Emily Dickinson's "I Felt a Funeral in my Brain"
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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,
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—
Source: http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/english/melani/cs6/funeral.html
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