Monday, August 19, 2019
Dickinsons I Felt a Funeral, in My Brain Essay -- Dickinsons I Felt
Thomas Higginson changing Dickinson's words. An interpretive paper on, "I Felt a Funeral, in My Brain Emily's Version 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-- After Higginson's Alterations 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 hea...
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