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

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And when they all were seated,

A Service, like a Drum

Kept beating--beating--till I thought

My Mind was going numb

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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,

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As all the Heavens were a Bell,

And Being, but an Ear,

And I, and Silence, some strange Race

Wrecked, solitary, here

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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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Emily Dickinson

Fotografia:Joel-Peter Witkin,Anna Akhmatova