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 –



Sunday, November 20, 2011

Purpose of this Blog....

In thanks to a wonderful *cough* teacher of mine, I shall be discussing three of Emily Dickinson's poems about death. I've carefully picked three of my more favorite poems out a a book I have of her poetry, and will be analyzing each briefly. I encourage all who read this to consider commenting on anything you find interesting, and any questions or comments you may have. Enojoy*
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