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Poem of the Week: Emily Dickinson

This poem will never leave my brain, because I had to memorize and recite it for a class. Emily Dickinson’s writing has multiple meanings, especially this poem. “I felt a funeral in my brain” has a movement to it where the repetition of words brings the poem to life when you read itDickinson’s poems are often melancholic and dark, but that doesn’t prohibit them from having a deep and meaningful purpose. 

I felt a funeral in my brain by Emily Dickinson

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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