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| title = I felt a Funeral, in my Brain |
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| quote = <poem>I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, |
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And Mourners to and fro |
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Kept treading — treading — till it seemed |
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That Sense was breaking through — |
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And when they all were seated, |
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A Service, like a Drum — |
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Kept beating — beating — till I thought |
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My Mind was going numb — |
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And then I heard them lift a Box |
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And creak across my Soul |
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With those same Boots of Lead, again, |
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Then Space — began to toll, |
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As all the Heavens were a Bell, |
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And Being, but an Ear, |
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And I, and Silence, some strange Race |
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Wrecked, solitary, here — |
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And then a Plank in Reason, broke, |
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And I dropped down, and down — |
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And hit a World, at every plunge, |
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And Finished knowing — then —<ref>{{Cite web |title=I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (340) |url=https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45706/i-felt-a-funeral-in-my-brain-340 |access-date=2024-10-21 |website=The Poetry Foundation}}</ref> |
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</poem> |
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'''"I felt a Funeral, in my Brain"''' is a poem written by [[Emily Dickinson]]. It was written around 1861. |
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== References == |
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