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    Emily Dickinson's poem "I felt a Funeral, in my Brain" describes a funeral taking place inside the speaker's mind. The mourners tread back and forth until it seems sense is breaking through. When they are seated, a drum-like service begins beating until the speaker's mind feels numb. The speaker then hears a box being creaked across their soul with heavy boots, and space begins to toll like a bell, leaving the speaker alone and wrecked in silence. Then, reason breaks like a plank and the speaker drops down, hitting a new world with every plunge until they finish knowing.

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    Emily Dickinson's poem "I felt a Funeral, in my Brain" describes a funeral taking place inside the speaker's mind. The mourners tread back and forth until it seems sense is breaking through. When they are seated, a drum-like service begins beating until the speaker's mind feels numb. The speaker then hears a box being creaked across their soul with heavy boots, and space begins to toll like a bell, leaving the speaker alone and wrecked in silence. Then, reason breaks like a plank and the speaker drops down, hitting a new world with every plunge until they finish knowing.

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    "I Felt A Funeral in My Brain" Emily Dickson

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    4/4/2015 I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280) | Academy of American Poets

    I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
    Emily Dickinson, 1830 ­ 1886

    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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