2 The Bustle in a House The Morning after Death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon Earth– The Sweeping up the Heart And putting Love away We shall not want to use again Until Eternity.
3 The Title “The Bustle in a House” It's a poem that talks about getting ready for something or doing something - there's action.
4 Poem Structure Stanzas: 2 Lines in each stanza: 4 Total lines in poem: 8
5 The StoryPeople are preparing for a funeral/burial for someone that died the previous night. The people are overcoming their grief by "putting their love away" until they see that person again in Heaven.One of the mourners is speaking to the other mourners/people dealing with the loss of a loved one.
6 Literary ElementsMood: Calm, accepting, placid. There aren't any specific words - it's just the overall feel.Metaphor: First stanzaHyperbole: “solemnest of industries”Symbolism/Imagery: “Sweeping up the Heart”
7 StanzasThe first stanza talks about the physical affairs after a death, and the second stanza talks about the mental/emotional affairs.Rhyme scheme: slant rhyme, ABCB DEFERhythm: The first three lines of each stanza have the same rhythm, but the last line of each stanza doesn't fit the same pattern.
8 Critical Thinking Questions 1. What words does the speaker use to suggest everyday household chores?“Sweeping,” “putting ... away”2. To what type of chores is Dickinson really referring?Cleaning the house for visitors, readying the body, overcoming the grief, etc.
9 Critical Thinking Questions cont. 3. According to the second stanza, when will we again “use” the love we put aside on the morning after death?When we see the person again in Eternity4. What might this suggest about Dickinson’s faith?She might’ve believed in life after death/Heaven5. How does the line length function in this poem?Slightly choppy and uncomfortable, but somber and serious
11 Going to Heaven! GOING to heaven! I don’t know when, Pray do not ask me how,—Indeed, I’m too astonishedTo think of answering you!Going to heaven!—How dim it sounds!And yet it will be doneAs sure as flocks go home at nightUnto the shepherd’s arm!Perhaps you’re going too!Who knows?If you should get there first,Save just a little place for meClose to the two I lost!The smallest “robe” will fit me,And just a bit of “crown”;For you know we do not mind our dressWhen we are going home.I’m glad I don’t believe it,For it would stop my breath,And I’d like to look a little moreAt such a curious earth!I am glad they did believe itWhom I have never foundSince the mighty autumn afternoonI left them in the ground.