Love (and funeral)
I am in love. Head over heels. I discovered Emily Dickinson purely by chance and boy, am I glad I found her or what? Below is one of my favorite poems from her. A trifle sad, but what is not on this blog :-)
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.
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.
posted by SK at
2:41 PM
4 Comments:
why, though, is everything a trifle sad on this blog? why?
I don't know, Megha. It is a complicated question. I "feel" the answer but don't know it well enough to express. Sad is an inadequate, second-hand, borrowed word to describe the emotion that inhabits most pieces on the blog and I chose it for want of a better word. The blog is definitely not happy. No. Happiness has always been either too cheap or too expensive. I, intellectually bourgeois, have a morbid fear of being seen with the first and cannot afford the second. And, so when I say "a trifle sad", I know for sure that the blog is not a happy one, but i do not fully know what it is. I can feel it but I do not know. I wish I did.
Very good poem.
I have a theory why quite a few posts on this blog are ' a trifle sad'...
I think you tend to write more when you are unhappy and unlike most people you do not try to conceal your unhappiness. So you end up writing more when you are sad than when you are cheerful.
Actually, this may not be too bad a thing for you as writing gives a vent to your sadness.
However, i would still suggest that you should also write more when you are cheerful. Am looking forward to some witty and sarcastic pieces from you.
Also, write about the interesting incidents that seem to keep happening around you. Having witnessed some of them first hand, I know they will be a great read.
- Budding psychoanalyst :)
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