"I felt a Funeral, in my Brain..."

by Emily Dickinson

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 –

Emily Dickinson, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Emily Dickinson

^ ED being, of course, Emily Dickinson.

dear march—come in— by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson, excerpt from a letter to Susan Huntington Dickinson (February 1853)

— Kat Sinclair, The Serpent in Solitude, The Woman Under It

— Ellen Louise Hart and Martha Nell Smith eds., Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson’s Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson

To make a prairie by Emily Dickinson // Moby Dick by Herman Melville

Emily Dickinson’s index of How from Collected Poems

— Emily Dickinson, The name—of it—is ‘Autumn’ (656)

International women’s day: WLW edition

The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson: ‘1079′ c. 1866

[ID: The Earth and I, alone,]

― Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson, in a letter to Frances and Louise Norcross (1872)