In the canon
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1861
- Pages
- Pages 1
A poet describes her own mind giving way as a funeral held inside her head, mourners treading and a service drumming, until the floor of reason breaks and she drops.
I felt a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro
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