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Saturday, December 31, 2005

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 played
At wrestling in a ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then ’t is centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.


Written By Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

2 Comments:

Blogger Granny said...

I SEND two Sunsets—
Day and I in competition ran,
I finished two, and several stars,
While He was making one.

His own is ampler— 5
But, as I was saying to a friend,
Mine is the more convenient
To carry in the hand.

Virtual flowers and sunsets to you and may our 2006 see peace.

Saturday, 31 December, 2005  
Blogger Mother Damnable said...

LOVE is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.

Saturday, 31 December, 2005  

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