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Thursday, September 9, 2004


I adore this poem written by Emily Dickinson
I FELT A FUNERAL IN MY BRAIN

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.

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