Poem A
I Felt a Funeral, in my Brain
Poem B
I Heard a Fly Buzz — When I Died
The speaker of "Funeral in My Brain" is alive but feels her sanity slipping away. She is the venue for the funeral, not the focus — mourners tread through her mind as she observes, powerless, from within. Her sense of self is disintegrating in real time, and by the last stanza, she has transformed into little more than an ear within an endless bell.
The speaker of "I Heard a Fly Buzz" is on the verge of death, telling her story from a moment beyond life. She remains calm and organized—having already taken care of her keepsakes in her will. Ironically, she is more composed than the grieving onlookers, making the fly's presence feel even more deflating.
"Funeral in My Brain" employs a common meter while intensifying the repetition with phrases like "treading, treading" and "beating, beating." This escalation makes the rhythm resemble the numbing drum it depicts. The structure embodies the very breakdown it describes.
"I Heard a Fly Buzz" maintains its common meter consistently, resulting in a subdued, almost ritualistic rhythm that reflects the atmosphere of a deathbed. The structure remains steady until the last line, where perception shatters — making that moment feel abrupt instead of slow.
The main focus is a funeral procession taking place within a human skull. This image is purely metaphorical—there's no real coffin or mourners. The unsettling part is that the speaker must conjure everything from her own imagination, which is precisely what is letting her down.
The main image is a genuine fly — or at least one that looks real — accompanied by a "blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz." It's that precise description of color and motion that creates a sense of unease. Dickinson doesn't go for a lofty symbol; she simply gives us an insect and allows it to convey everything.
"Funeral in My Brain" concludes abruptly: "Wrecked, solitary, here." That last word hits hard, marking an end to existence itself. There's no transition, no afterlife — just the ruins of a self that has crumbled beneath its own weight.
"I Heard a Fly Buzz" concludes with a doubled failure of vision: "I could not see to see." The repeated use of "see" implies that the loss extends beyond mere sight to encompass the very ability to perceive — the capacity to derive meaning from visual input. While it may feel quieter than "Wrecked," it carries an equally definitive weight.