Trust Me, I'm Feeling a Funeral in MY Brain Too!

Time for a blog on my personal opinions! Okay, so a poem I really, really did not enjoy in the slightest was the poem "I felt a Funeral, in my Brain" by Emily Dickinson. There are a myriad of reasons why I do not enjoy this poem, but unfortunately, I don't have the space or patience to list and describe them all. The first thing I noticed right off the bat was that the poem was written in a childlike manner; for some reason, I cannot get past this. Dickinson may be a respected writer, but I just cannot understand why she writes as if she were eight. I counted; she uses the word "and" to start TEN lines. In addition to her childish writing technique, it bothered me how she ended the poem...but stuck the word "-then-" on after. Another annoyance was her clipped phrasing. She used hardly any description, but an incredibly intense extended metaphor of the body throughout the poem.  Honestly, I think this poem just did not click with me. It bothered me that it took me a way too many tries to get the gist of the poem because it was well, too simple.