"Behind me - dips Eternity"
This poem was rather difficult to "unpack."
Dickinson's speaker reflects upon what death is, rather than be experiencing it as in her other poems. The speaker, a female most likely, is thinking about what it really could be, and feeling herself just a small blip in the pathways of life. She reflects upon what others have said, " 'tis Kingdoms - afterward- they say." Using the phrase "they say" gives the reader the feeling that the speaker hold a good bit of doubt towards the 'Kingdom'. When the speaker goes on to say the lines "pausless Monarchy," and "dateless Dynasty," she gives an idea that humans cannot really understand, and something that especially as 'kingless' thinkers may not find to be agreeable. Dickinson also refers to Christ in the lines "Son of None," and "Duplicate Divine" in that Jesus was the son of no man, but rather a divine entity, and that Jesus and God are thought to be the same, and rule as one. At the end of the poem "Maelstrom - in the Sky" shows that the speaker feels confused about death, and what it really is. In this poem I feel that there is confusion about what it really is, the speaker feel small and unimportant to the flow of time, and the entity that is death, and the speaker feels doubt for what everyone else believes the afterlife to be.
Because I Could Not Stop for Death
Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the
Day I first surmised the
Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the
Day I first surmised the
Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity –
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