Hauntingly Beautiful Modigliani Sketches & Emily Prose


Best Experienced With:      Delta Spirit;         Bushwick Blues (acoustic version)


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 Amedeo Clemente Modigliani (July 12, 1884 – January 24, 1920)

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 —


Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886)




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2 responses to “Hauntingly Beautiful Modigliani Sketches & Emily Prose

  1. Hester

    wow. stunning. seriously. thank you for sharing.

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