Emily Dickinson wrote "I felt a Funeral, in my Brain" in 1861, the beginning of what is regarded as her most creative period. The poem employs Dickinson's characteristic use of metaphor and rather experimental form to explore themes of madness, despair, and the irrational nature of the universe. Dickinson depicts an unnerving series of events based around a "funeral" that unfolds within the speaker. Starting out deep within the speaker's mind, the poem gradually expands to probe cosmic mysteries whose answers only come in the form of silence.
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1I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
2And Mourners to and fro
3Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
4That Sense was breaking through -
5And when they all were seated,
6A Service, like a Drum -
7Kept beating - beating - till I thought
8My mind was going numb -
9And then I heard them lift a Box
10And creak across my Soul
11With those same Boots of Lead, again,
12Then Space - began to toll,
13As all the Heavens were a Bell,
14And Being, but an Ear,
15And I, and Silence, some strange Race
16Wrecked, solitary, here -
17And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
18And I dropped down, and down -
19And hit a World, at every plunge,
20And Finished knowing - then -
1I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
2And Mourners to and fro
3Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
4That Sense was breaking through -
5And when they all were seated,
6A Service, like a Drum -
7Kept beating - beating - till I thought
8My mind was going numb -
9And then I heard them lift a Box
10And creak across my Soul
11With those same Boots of Lead, again,
12Then Space - began to toll,
13As all the Heavens were a Bell,
14And Being, but an Ear,
15And I, and Silence, some strange Race
16Wrecked, solitary, here -
17And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
18And I dropped down, and down -
19And hit a World, at every plunge,
20And 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 -
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 -
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
Biography of Dickinson — An extensive biography of Dickinson on the Poetry Foundation website.
Emily Dickinson Museum — Biographical information on Dickinson and other resources from the Emily Dickinson Museum in Amherst, MA.
Visual Interpretation of the Poem — An attempt to visualize the poem through stop-motion illustrations on a white board.
Dickinson's Original Manuscript — Photos of Dickinson's original handwritten manuscript, followed by scholarly excerpts about the poem.
A Reading of the Poem — A recitation of Dickinson's poem from Poetry Out Loud.