I felt a funeral in my brain - Emily Dickinson

Toujours à l'initiative de Celsmoon, voici le dimanche poétique

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,
Ant i and silence some strange race,
Wrecked, solitary, here.

Comments

[Herisson08]

Toujours en anglais, mais toujours agréable a lire!

[virginie]

Ben oui l'anglais et moi c'est une longue histoire d'amour;o)

[Celsmoon]

Toujours aussi beau !

[virginie]

oui comme tu dis;o) Toujours aussi sombre aussi, mais en même temps qu'attendre d'autre d'Emily Dickinson...