"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 fell down and down -- and hit a World, at every plunge, and Finished knowing -- then --" We know depression through metaphors.
"Osjetih pogreb, u svom mozgu, a žalobnici uzvrzmani gaze - i gaze - sve dok ne bi osjetio k'o da moj um se probi van. A kad su sjeli, svi, obred je poput bubnja stao da bije, bije, sve dok ne osjetih da moja pamet obamrije A kada čuh da kovčeg dižu i kroz dušu mi škripe one iste olovne čizme, opet, prostor tada stade da zvoni, k'o da su sva nebesa zvono, a biće samo da je uho, i ja, i tišina, čudno pleme ovdje, brodolomno i samo. Tada baš u razumu puče daska i padala sam niže, niže, po jedan svijet otkrih svakim uronom – i kraj znanja stiže". Depresiju poznajemo kroz metafore.