by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
Translation © by Walter A. Aue

I felt a funeral in my brain
 (Sung text for setting by A. Copland)
 See original
Language: English 
Our translations:  CAT FRE GER GER ITA
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.

Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-4 of the original text.

Note: a later edition removes the word "again" from stanza 3, line 3 and adds the following stanza to the end: 

And then a plank in reason, broke,
And I dropped down and down —
And hit a world at every plunge,
And finished knowing — then —

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Vaig sentir un funeral al meu cap", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Walter A. Aue) , copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 92

Ich fühlt' Begräbnis im Gehirn
 (Sung text translation for setting by A. Copland)
 See original
Language: German (Deutsch)  after the English 
Ich fühlt' Begräbnis im Gehirn
Und Trauergäste - her
Und hin - die trampelten und trampelten
In meinem Kopfe schwer.

Und als sie endlich saßen,
Die Andacht, trommelgleich,
sie hört nicht auf zu schlagen, schlagen,
Und schlug das Hirn mir weich.

Ich hört' sie heben meinen Sarg
Und durch die Seele dann
Mit Eisenstiefeln knirschend gehn...
Bis Raumgeläut begann.

Da war'n die Himmel Glocken nur,
Und Ohr nur war mein Sein,
Und Ich und Ruh war'n Fremde hier,
Gescheitert und allein.

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Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-4 of the original text.

Translation of the stanza added to the end in a later edition: 

Zuletzt des Denkens Boden brach
Und, Sturz um Sturz entlang,
Fiel ich von Welt zu Welt, bis ich
Des Wissens Ende fand.

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This text was added to the website: 2010-01-12
Line count: 16
Word count: 79