Possibilities
Possibilities - meaning Summary
Grief Recast as Everyday Absence
The poem sketches reactions to a friend’s death within a colonial social circle. It balances the mundane—missed whist games, vacant chair, bought possessions—with imagined afterlife scenes where the dead observes dances, balls, and familiar haunts. Grief is tempered by social routine and mockery; spirits briefly mimic the living’s past pleasures before fading at dawn. The tone is wry and elegiac, registering loss through everyday details and spectral continuities.
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