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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]1. 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 --
A. Copland sets stanzas 1-4
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- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Poems by Emily Dickinson, first published 1896 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Ernst Bacon (1898 - 1990), "Treading", 196-? [sung text not yet checked]
- by Aaron Copland (1900 - 1990), "I felt a funeral in my brain", 1949-50, stanzas 1-4 [ mezzo-soprano, piano ], from Twelve Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 9 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Michael M. Horvit (b. 1932), "I felt a funeral in my brain", published 1970 [ soprano and piano ], from Three Songs of Elegy [sung text not yet checked]
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) , "J'ai senti un enterrement dans ma tête", 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.
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Word count: 115
Sentivo un funerale, nella mente, e i dolenti si aggiravano intorno, e ancora si aggiravano, fino a che ogni senso sembrò venisse meno. Poi quando tutti si furono seduti, una cerimonia che, simile a un tamburo, batteva e ribatteva - al punto che pensai che mi si stesse annebbiando la mente. Poi li sentii sollevare una bara, e penetrarmi, scricchiolando, l'anima ancora, e ancora, con stivali di piombo, poi lo spazio iniziò a rintoccare come se si fossero fatti campana tutti i cieli e la creazione nient'altro che un orecchio, Ed io, e il silenzio, una razza straniera qui naufragata in solitario esilio. Poi si spezzò una trave, nella mia coscienza, e sentii sprofondarmi giù, e poi più giù ancora, ad ogni tuffo urtando contro un mondo, e nella conoscenza tutto ebbe fine - allora.
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- a text in English by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Poems by Emily Dickinson, first published 1896
This text was added to the website: 2011-09-09
Line count: 20
Word count: 135