However, as Dickinson continues to describe the sounds and feelings she experiences, the readers soon become aware that this is not a normal feeling of sorrow or grief that comes from loss. Poems are alphabetized by their first line. First, she says that she felt a funeral in her brain. In other words, her hold on life or rationality is insecure. She is blind, because her eyes have been closed in death. Obviously the sky contains the brain, because the sky is the larger space in which the brain exists. © 1951, 1955, 1979, 1983 by the President and Fellows of Harvard College.
After reading this poem a few times, I decided that the only way to comment on it was to scan all the possible meanings of certain lines and words that Dickinson chose to use. Just as the brain is wider than the sky because of the breadth of human imagination, so it is deeper than the sea because it can contain and carry thoughts of all the oceans, much like a sponge soaking up the water in a bucket. I felt a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it seemed That sense was breaking through. She is silent, because she is dead. A brain inside the ocean would allow the human to explore the environment and learn about the surroundings.
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, 340 by Emily Dickinson Poetry Foundation agenda angle-down angle-left angleRight arrow-down arrowRight bars calendar caret-down cart children highlight learningResources list mapMarker openBook p1 pin poetry-magazine print quoteLeft quoteRight slideshow tagAudio tagVideo teens trash-o Reprinted by permission of the publishers and the Trustees of Amherst College from The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Variorum Edition, Ralph W. The Funeral is capitalized because it is as if it is a separate being that she is encountering. She can hear, and she can feel, but she is no longer a living, breathing human being. Fascicles are composed of sheets folded in half yielding one signature of 2 leaves and 4 pages , laid on top of each other not nested , and bound with string. The poems were initially unbound and published according to the aesthetics of her many early editors, who removed her unusual and varied dashes, replacing them with traditional punctuation.
Some are titled, and many are given chronological numbers instead of headlining the main theme. Franklin in his variorum edition of 1998. I tried to think back as far as I could to see what I have remembered from years ago. The funeral she felt in her brain, was her own. In all these cases, the poem itself occurs in the list, but these specific publications of the poem are not noted. This is a list of poems by.
Emily Dickinson was born on December 10, 1830, in Amherst, Massachusetts. Interestingly, though Dickinson did not seek publication — her father disdained Women of Letters — this poem was published anonymously in an anthology called A Masque of Poets. Its warmth and positivity speak to my gut every time. She can, however, feel it. The control and order implicit in a funeral contrast ironically with the lack of control and the loss of rationality that threaten the speaker.
When it is lost, that Day shall be The Funeral of God, Upon his Breast, a closing Soul The Flower of our Lord. This is the most horrible thing, worse than death. This hints that the funeral she has felt, is actually her own. I am interpreting Poem 315. I read the poem about fifteen or twenty times before I was even able to ask myself legitimate questions about Dickinson's thoughts as she composed this work over two hundred years ago. By the end of the poem, the Self will have shattered into pieces or chaos.
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. Dickinson is trying to say that just like with the sky and the ocean, the brain can gain information from God and utilize it in the same way that humans use sound to form syllables. The last stanza proved to be the most difficult to analyze. . O'Connor picks her favorite Dickinson poems. This poem illustrates how intoxicating the natural world was to Dickinson. But this opening line causes the readers to wonder what it would be like to feel a funeral.
She knew that the brain is a complex and dangerous place to infringe upon. Whatever her reason, the poem shows much thought. The tricky part is the subconscious. In addition, a funeral marks the passage from one state to another life to death , a parallel to the speaker's passing from one stage to another sanity to insanity. She cannot see what is going on around her, but she can hear and feel everything. Well, what kind of things do we bury deep into our minds? What I have realized is that the only incidents I remember of my childhood from ten years old and below are experiences that did not occur at our house or that do not involve my father.