在我脑海中，一场葬礼正在进行

在我脑海中，一场葬礼正在进行，

哀悼者来来回回

不停地踏步，踏步，直到

我的感觉被穿透——

当他们全体落座，

仪式开始，像鼓点——

不断地敲击，敲击，直到

我的意识逐渐麻木——

我听见人们抬起棺木——

从我的灵魂上嘎吱走过

仍旧穿着同样的，铅靴，

空间，响起钟鸣，

天堂仿佛化为丧钟，

存在，仅以耳朵听见，

我与寂静，形同异族

在此孤独，朽烂——

接着理性的木板，开始崩裂

我不断跌落，跌落——

每次下坠，都撞击着彼岸，

之后，失去所有知觉——

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—