How I miss my precious, beloved kitty--- :-(
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (340)
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 -
2 comments:
My longest blog friend (http://thesmallgodsshallbemyjudge.blogspot.com/2018/02/clowning-around.html) commented to my post about Deland that she felt similarly about Emily Dickinson. I had no idea, but will propose that she write about what Dickinson means to her.
Thanks for stopping by, Snow. I hope your friend does the post...Emily Dickinson is one of my first poetry-loves. I'll check out her blog. xo
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