Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility –
This sounds like this person has lived a full and happy life and is finally coming to peace with death and greets them like friends.
Were toward Eternity –
I think this person finally greeted death.
Finished
What's the purpose of random capitalization?
A Service, like a Drum - Kept beating - beating - till I thought My mind was going numb -
Sounds like a headache...
Bog
What is a 'Bog'?
I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!
Oh, my god! I know this poem. I remember it because of the whole 'Nobody' part!
Host
Why is the 'H' capitalized?
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need.
This reminds me of the quote: "To learn to succeed, you must first learn to fail."
The other shook his head and examined his new possession closely. "How do you do it?" he inquired.
It sounds like the paw could also bring desperation to the surface as well as greed.
"Well, why don't you have three, sir?" said Herbert White cleverly. The soldier regarded him in the way that middle age is wont to regard presumptuous youth.
Ohhhh! Okay. The old man is the husband. The wife is referred to as Mrs. White. The son is Herbert White who's already an adult. And Morris is the Sergeant.
grimace
Hey, it's our old word of the day!
"of all the beastly, slushy, out-of-the-way places to live in, this is the worst. Pathway's a bog, and the road's a torrent.
This creates a clear image.
Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlor of Lakesnam Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at chess, the former, who possessed ideas about the game involving radical changes, putting his king into such sharp and unnecessary perils that it even provoked comment from the whitehaired old lady knitting placidly by the fire.
There's a lot of very specific and detailed insight by the narrator. Looking at the diction, the author can be considered educated.
"Seems like there's no time at all between lotteries any more." Mrs. Delacroix said to Mrs. Graves in the back row. "Seems like we got through with the last one only last week."
If the lottery was such a good thing, then it'd probably feel like a long time from one to the next. For example, as kids, Christmas always seemed to take forever to come back around. However, if it's a day that, in a way, marks tragedy, it would seem like it happens so often.
The black box grew shabbier each year: by now it was no longer completely black but splintered badly along one side to show the original wood color, and in some places faded or stained.
It sort of can be considered a flashback to all the previous years.
and then they were upon her
What even? I can't. I didn't expect this. But it all makes sense. The black, battered box and the black dot. The sigh of relief when a blank paper was opened. The pile of stones in the beginning. I have questions, though. Did she die or just get seriously injured. Also, why are they doing this?
black box
Is this suppose to symbolize something?
menfolk
This dialect helps further clue to the reader where the author is from. Most people do not say 'menfolk'.
about three hundred people
That's about as much people in our Senior class.
. but
Why?
I am from the city of evil
This line is a metaphor because a city cannot be "evil". The definition of this line can be helped with the surrounding context as the artist continues with "...came from the bottom." Which means that the artist probably came from a less fortunate area--suggesting a 'project'-like or 'ghetto' neighborhood, city, or town.
The heart beatsNot only in my chestBut the heart in these streets
This is an example of personification, because streets do not have hearts. "...the heart beats..." is for the listener/reader to take notice that the beating heart is what keeps people alive. So, when the artist goes on to say "...not only in my chest, but the heart in these streets..." suggests that whatever is keeping him alive, whatever is influencing his life for the better, is affecting his own community as well.
Lost myself in the game when I found myself in a cellThen I found myself in the fame when I lost myself in the pills
This is also a good example of how the author/artist is an antihero. He's being realistic about his life in a way that bluntly shows that he isn't perfect, that he does have problems and issues.
Lost myself in the game when I found myself in a cellThen I found myself in the fame when I lost myself in the pills
This is a short anecdote about the artist's life. When he wound up in a cell--whether it's literal or figurative--he realized that he was lost in his life. Then, when he found fame, he lost himself once again to a more physical object--being drugs.
And just run, till the day comes like Rocky’s movie scene
This is an allusion because this line makes a reference to a scene in the movie 'Rocky' about a character called Rocky Balboa. You can only know what this line means if you've watched the movie.
At the rate Hilo is going, scoreboard operators around the league are going to start asking for a pay increase.
That's a little much, honestly. And no offense to HPA, but that huge gap in the score between HPA and Hilo would not happen between Hilo and--let's just say--Konawaena or maybe Kealakehe. At least, I would think not.
or people willing to dress like one
I wouldn't.