Vendler Grid poetry

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (340)
By Emily Dickinson

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,

And Mourners to and fro

Kept treading - treading - till it seemed

That Sense was breaking through -

And when they all were seated,

A Service, like a Drum -

Kept beating - beating - till I thought

My mind was going numb -

And then I heard them lift a Box

And creak across my Soul

With those same Boots of Lead, again,

Then Space - began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,

And Being, but an Ear,

And I, and Silence, some strange Race,

Wrecked, solitary, here -

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,

And I dropped down, and down -

And hit a World, at every plunge,

And Finished knowing - then -

Vendler Grid

Meaning: Dying inside.
Antecedent Scenario: Goes hand in hand with dying inside but different because also talking about a funeral.
Structural Parts: 4 lines.
Climax: Hearing a creak.
Other Parts: The words all go hand in hand.

Skeleton: 20 lines
Content Genre- games: ----
Tone: Sadness & despair.
Agency: ---
Roads Not Taken: not ending the poem, making us think about it ourselves.
Speech Acts: Saying "And"
Outer and Inner Structural Forms: Uses "-" a lot.
Imagination: I picture a head with a casket and someone banging on it trying to get out.