In this poem, Dickinson (Emily, the author) is trying to sort out her thoughts of depression and dispari by ruling out the things, she believes, don't correspond to what is happening to her.
It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down - It was not Night, for all the Bells Put out their Tongues, for Noon.
<em>I know I wasn't dead because I could stand, while all the dead people can't. </em><em>I know it wasn't night time because the bells were not tolling, so it must have been noon.</em>
It was not Frost, for on my Flesh I felt Siroccos - crawl - Nor Fire - for just my marble feet Could keep a Chancel, cool -
<em>I know I wasn't frozen because I felt as if my skin was as hot as the wind coming from the desert. But I wasn't burning either because my feet felt hot as if they could keep a church cool. </em> And yet, it tasted, like them all, The Figures I have seen Set orderly, for Burial Reminded me, of mine -
<em>However, I felt like all of these were happening to me. Everything that I have seen, which usually indicates a burial, reminded me of my own funeral. </em> As if my life were shaven, And fitted to a frame, And could not breathe without a key, And ’twas like Midnight, some -
<em>As if I have been striped from everything and showcased like a picture, </em><em>And breathing was not possible unless I had the answers. And it was midnight when... </em>(this thought is continued in the following stanza.).
I would do report about what happend during the bank robbery were there gun shots did people get hurt and did I see who were the people that rob the bank
The correct answer is C. Miller. This is because all of the other characters fit other classes with their looks, behavior, and stories. The miller however is just a simple worker. The miller's story however fits his social status, and is a comical tale full of inappropriate behavior.