Emily Dickinson: Fascicle 16

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Poem 5 (J 280: 1861/1896)

1:
I felt a Funeral , in my Brain ,
I felt a funeral in my brain ,
I felt a funeral in my brain ,
I felt a Funeral , in my Brain ,
2:
And Mourners to and fro
And mourners , to and fro ,
And mourners , to and fro .
And Mourners to and fro
3:
Kept treading treading till it seemed
Kept treading , treading , till it seemed
Kept treading , treading , till it seemed
Kept treading treading till it seemed
4:
That Sense was breaking through
That sense was breaking through .
That sense was breaking through .
That Sense was breaking through
5:
And when they all were seated,
And when they all were seated,
And when they all were seated,
And when they all were seated,
6:
A Service , like a Drum
A service like a drum
A service like a drum
A Service , like a Drum
7:
Kept beating beating till I thought
Kept beating , beating , till I thought
Kept beating , beating , till I thought
Kept beating beating till I thought
8:
My Mind was going numb
My mind was going numb .
My mind was going numb .
My Mind was going numb
9:
And then I heard them lift a Box
And then I heard them lift a box ,
And then I heard them lift a box ,
And then I heard them lift a Box
10:
And creak across my Brain Soul
And creak across my soul
And creak across my soul
And creak across my Soul
11:
With those same Boots of Lead , again ,
With those same boots of lead , again .
With those same boots of lead , again .
With those same Boots of Lead , again ,
12:
Then Space began to toll ,
Then space began to toll
Then space began to toll
Then Space began to toll ,
13:
As all the Heavens were a Bell ,
As all the heavens were a bell ,
As all the heavens were a bell ,
As all the Heavens were a Bell ,
14:
And Being , but an Ear ,
And Being but an ear ,
And Being but an ear ,
And Being , but an Ear ,
15:
And I , and Silence , some strange Race
And I and silence some strange race ,
And I and silence some strange race ,
And I , and Silence , some strange Race
16:
Wrecked, solitary, here
Wrecked, solitary, here .
Wrecked, solitary, here .
Wrecked, solitary, here
17:
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
18:
And I dropped down, and down—
And I dropped down, and down—
19:
VAR 1: And hit a World, at every plunge,VAR 2: And hit a World, at every Crash—
And hit a World, at every plunge,
20:
VAR 1: And Finished knowing—then—VAR 2: And Got through—knowing—then—
And Finished knowing—then—
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it seemed That Sense was breaking through— A Service, like a Drum— 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, With those same Boots of lead, again, Then Space began to toll, As all the Heavens were a Bell, As all the Heavens were a Bell, And Being, but an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange Race Wrecked, solitary, here— And hit a World, at every plunge, And Finished knowing—then— And hit a World, at every Crash— And Got through—knowing—then—
Original Dickinson: I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, Original Dickinson: And Mourners to and fro Original Dickinson: Kept treading—treading—till it seemed Original Dickinson: That Sense was breaking through— Original Dickinson: A Service, like a Drum— Original Dickinson: Kept beating—beating—till I thought Original Dickinson: My Mind was going numb— Original Dickinson: And then I heard them lift a Box Original Dickinson: And creak across my Soul Original Dickinson: With those same Boots of lead, again, Original Dickinson: Then Space began to toll, Original Dickinson: As all the Heavens were a Bell, Original Dickinson: And Being, but an Ear, Original Dickinson: And I, and Silence, some strange Race Original Dickinson: Wrecked, solitary, here—
Original Dickinson: I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, Original Dickinson: And Mourners to and fro Original Dickinson: Kept treading—treading—till it seemed Original Dickinson: That Sense was breaking through— Original Dickinson: A Service, like a Drum— Original Dickinson: Kept beating—beating—till I thought Original Dickinson: My Mind was going numb— Original Dickinson: And then I heard them lift a Box Original Dickinson: And creak across my Soul Original Dickinson: With those same Boots of lead, again, Original Dickinson: Then Space began to toll, Original Dickinson: As all the Heavens were a Bell, Original Dickinson: And Being, but an Ear, Original Dickinson: And I, and Silence, some strange Race Original Dickinson: Wrecked, solitary, here— Original Dickinson: And hit a World, at every plunge, OR And hit a World, at every Crash— Original Dickinson: And Finished knowing—then— OR And Got through—knowing—then—
Original Dickinson: I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, Original Dickinson: And Mourners to and fro Original Dickinson: Kept treading—treading—till it seemed Original Dickinson: That Sense was breaking through— Original Dickinson: A Service, like a Drum— Original Dickinson: Kept beating—beating—till I thought Original Dickinson: My Mind was going numb— Original Dickinson: And then I heard them lift a Box Original Dickinson: And creak across my Soul Original Dickinson: With those same Boots of lead, again, Original Dickinson: Then Space began to toll, Original Dickinson: As all the Heavens were a Bell, Original Dickinson: And Being, but an Ear, Original Dickinson: And I, and Silence, some strange Race Original Dickinson: Wrecked, solitary, here—