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,
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—