Thursday, 27 June 2013

Sweet safe Houses-Emily Dickinson Analysis.

Sweet—safe—Houses


Sweet—safe—HousesGlad—gay—Houses—
Sealed so stately tight—
Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble—
Locking Bare feet out—

Brooks of Plush—in Banks of Satin
Not so softly fall
As the laughter—and the whisper—
From their People Pearl—

                                                  No Bald Death—affront their Parlors—
                                                  No Bold Sickness come
                                                  To deface their Stately Treasures—
                                                  Anguish—and the Tomb—

                                                  Hum by—in Muffled Coaches—
                                                  Lest they—wonder Why—
                                                  Any—for the Press of Smiling—
                                                  Interrupt—to die— 

1 comment:

  1. People who are already dead and in their safe and sealed houses are quiet and glad to be there, not afraid of death and sickness and anguish. Hum softly as you pass by the cemetery, lest the dead wonder about you and your state of mind.

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