You had stood the spade up against the wall Outside there in the entry, for I saw it. God, if I don't believe I'm cursed. What had how long it takes a birch to rot To do with what was in the darkened parlor. They might as well not try to go at all. No, from the time when one is sick to death, One is alone, and he dies more alone.
Friends make pretence of following to the grave.
But before one is in it, their minds are turned And making the best of their way back to life And living people, and things they understand. But the world's evil. You won't go now. Close the door. She was opening the door wider.