DPF / Dickinson

For 9/11, the September 11th entry, from Poem A Day: Volume 2.

from #280 / 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 __

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