poem analysis
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (340) BY EMILY DICKINSON I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro ( she is having negative thoughts goes through her brain) Kept treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through - ( realizes that she's going crazy) And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum - Kept beating - beating - till I thought My mind was going numb - ( brain is so overwhelmed that if feels like her head is so overflown with these thoughts its starting to go numb) And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul ( she feels trapped in her thoughts) With those same Boots of Lead, again, (feels physically trapped) Then Space - began to toll, (she feels like she has no room anymore) As all the Heavens were a Bell, And Being, but an Ear, ( refers to heaven as peace that she doesn't hear ) And I, and Silence, some strange Race, Wrecked, solitary, here - ...