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I’ve dropped my Brain My Soul is numb

I’ve dropped my Brain My Soul is numb

I’ve dropped my Brain My Soul is numb
The Veins that used to run
Stop palsied ’tis Paralysis
Done perfecter on stone

Vitality is Carved and cool.
My nerve in Marble lies
A Breathing Woman
Yesterday Endowed with Paradise.

Not dumb I had a sort that moved
A Sense that smote and stirred
Instincts for Dance a caper part
An Aptitude for Bird

Who wrought Carrara in me
And chiselled all my tune
Were it a Witchcraft were it Death
I’ve still a chance to strain

To Being, somewhere Motion Breath
Though Centuries beyond,
And every limit a Decade
I’ll shiver, satisfied.



Poem I’ve dropped my Brain My Soul is numb - Emily Dickinson