And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again? Archilochus

Saturday, November 26, 2022

In Memoriam, FreeThinke

Emily Dickinson, "I felt a Funeral, in my Brain"

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 -

You would have hated the music but loved the lyrics.  :(


Gert said...

If you're going to have a rememberance for what was one of the most rabid racists and inveterate hypocrites, then at least get the title right: In MemoriAm'.

-FJ the Dangerous and Extreme MAGA Jew said...

Thanks. I'll issue the correction, even if I disagree with the characterization.