# 🎶📖 SSC8 Poetry Challenge: Emily Dickinson

" Funeral in My Brain "

A poem by Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

Solène — Funeral in My Brain

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I felt
A funeral
In my brain
Tread
Tread
Tread

I felt a funeral in my brain
And mourners to and fro
Kept treading
Treading
Treading
Till it seemed
That sense
Was breaking through

And when they all were seated
A service like a drum
Like a drum
Like a drum
Kept beating beating
Kept beating beating
Till I thought
Till I thought
Kept beating beating
Kept beating beating
My mind
My mind
Was going numb

And then I heard them lift a box
And creak across my soul
With boots of lead
Again
Again
Then space
Began to toll

Kept beating beating
Kept beating beating
Till I thought
Till I thought
My mind
My mind
Was going numb
Numb
Numb

As all the heavens were a bell
And being just an ear
I hear
I hear
I hear
Everything

And I dropped down down
Down down
And I dropped down
Down
And I dropped down

And I hit a world
I hit a world
At every plunge
At every plunge

And I
And I
Finished
Knowing

Down
Down
Down