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Lyric Poem · Death & Loss

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

by Emily Dickinson · 1896

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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Poem
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
Poet
Emily Dickinson
Published
1896
Length
20 lines
Form
Lyric Poem
Themes
Death & Loss, Sad

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Shape
20 lines · 5 quatrains
Line length
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Author record
Emily Dickinson1830–1886
Source record
PoetryDBI felt a Funeral, in my Brain by emily-dickinson, PoetryDB transcription
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1896
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