What a powerful way to start a poem. This perhaps is one of the most profound lines in the poem.
Perhaps this may show indication of his or her ultimate intention to move on to find another person. A pair of rhyming lines in iambic pentameters are known as heroic couplets, as is the case within this poem. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
It suggests they are lost without them. The speaker uses an imperative voice throughout the poem. Except he's not opposed to the drum.
As with many of his poems, it features informal language and objects of everyday life such as a telephone. But we have to ask: what dogs?
He says that the dead man was everything to him—all points of a compass, every day of the week, every time of the day. And by the end of stanza 1, we've also got a clear rhyme scheme at work. Clocks, telephones, dogs, and pianos must not make a sound in honor of the one who has died.