" 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,"
(I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, 3rd stanza)
WOW! What an intreguing poem! I love the use of sound as a literary device. Usually, sight is the sense highlighted, but this poem focuses on Silence, tolling bells, a Drum, and other noises. Just a random thought, but a cool idea for a poem would be to focus on the touch aspect of an occasion. Anywho, I really liked this poem!
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