If anybody's friend be dead,
It 's sharpest of the theme
The thinking how they walked alive,
At such and such a time.
Their costume, of a Sunday,
Some manner of the hair, --
A prank nobody knew but them,
Lost, in the sepulchre.
How warm they were on such a day:
You almost feel the date,
So short way off it seems; and now,
They 're centuries from that.
How pleased they were at what you said;
You try to touch the smile,
And dip your fingers in the frost:
When was it, can you tell,
You asked the company to tea,
Acquaintance, just a few,
And chatted close with this grand thing
That don't remember you?
Past bows and invitations,
Past interview, and vow,
Past what ourselves can estimate, --
That makes the quick of woe!
If Anybody's Friend Be Dead,
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Poem topics: feel, friend, hair, lost, remember, smile, time, frost, touch, warm, short, sunday, company, Valentine's Day, estimate, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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