I Felt a Funeral; 340; Emily Dickinson by Sarah, Joshua, Ben and Alex

Summarizing - 
We did have a difficult start to this poem, but it seemed to get easier to discuss our thoughts as we progressed, much like Dickinson in the poem.
This poem is much like many of Dickinson's others as it follows true to her church hymn form. Joshua said it almost seemed as if she was a slave to this form of poetry. We felt that like many of her other poems this one seemed to be a reflection of some sort of inward emotion. Perhaps using the funeral mechanics as a way to describe the inner workings of her mind. It's really pretty dark if you ask me. We found a constant pull in the poem between motion and stillness. It seems like this poem has way too many layers, and a lot of enjambment, and unless you knew the back story for the poem it would be a challenge to grasp its meaning.
We discussed that it was in 8,6,8,6 meter.

Annotating - 

Stanza 1.) We decided mourners was to thoughts as parts of her body was to the funeral. It's almost as if these thoughts are trapping her in her own mind until her head finally catches up. Maybe it's the death of her creative thoughts in of themselves.

Stanza 2.) (Metaphorically) When stopped (when seated) she still continues until she can feel herself disconnecting from her thoughts and or surroundings.

Stanza 3.) Now this stanza has some particularly interesting parts to it. Namely, "with those same Boots of Lead." We discussed a few options for this line, Ben said it reminded him of military or war. Me and Alex toyed with the idea that perhaps these boots of lead were holding her back from something, some unknown desire within. And "Then Space- began to toll." We thought going with Ben's idea that maybe a war (maybe outside, maybe in her head) was surrounding her and suddenly it began to quite and there was a numbing space, but so quiet that it was ear piercing all the same.

Stanza 4.) Everything continues to ring, but strangely, in a silence. Her mind or surroundings kind of give into this when she realizes it can't all be pressed into one concrete image or idea.

Stanza 5.) "a Plank in Reason, broke," We had some interesting ideas about this one as well, Was it an outdoor noise she heard? Her thoughts breaking? Herself breaking through? We thought perhaps that this was an old thought dropping and forming into a new one. Maybe the death of knowledge and reasoning in a sense.