Wednesday, March 20, 2019
An Interpretation of Emily Dickinsons Poem I Felt a Funeral in My Brain :: Dickinson I Felt a Funeral, in My Brain Essays
An Interpretation of Emily Dickinsons Poem I Felt a Funeral in My BrainEmily Dickinson was a reclusive individual that was rarely seen by anyone come forthdoor(a) of her immediate family and few close friends. This solitude emerges in her poetry in the form of doom and gloom depictions. Dickinson seems to have a fascination with expiry as if death is a friendly character rather than a horrible image. It has been stated that Dickinsons obsession with death was a sign to others most her and her readers that she was struggling intern each(prenominal)y. In the poem I Felt a Funeral in My Brain Dickinson seems to be describing a delusion of a person that is contemplating what leave happen to him/her when he/she dies. This poem also seems to be an affirmation of nirvana and hell and a private battle within the narrator to come about to terms with his/her own mortal existence. In the first stanza Dickinson describes feeling a funeral in her brain. This could be a metaphor for her own personal death and the reference to sense breaking through tells the reader that solely through death can a person ever actualise and/or value life. This could be viewed as a retrospection on the narrators life and a telling poem about where she was at in her existance around this period of time. If this interpretation is justified then in stanza ii the funeral proceeds with the narrator hating to be there as she/he says And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum- Kept beating-beating-till I thought My see was going numb- This stanza shows that the narrator is still bored with the living world point in death. The third stanza continues the theme of a struggle between paradise and hell in the last line when the narrator states, Then space-began to buzzer. This reference to a bell tolling, or time running out seems to suggest the impending judgment for the narrator. Heaven is discussed in the forth stanza and compared to a bell As all the Hea vens were a Bell And Being, solely an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange race
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