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Sunday, October 01, 2006

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.


Blogger Granny said...

Dickinson again. Lovely.

Tuesday, 03 October, 2006  
Blogger Mother Damnable said...

She sooths my soul Granny, I love her elegant use of English, her subtlty and her mystery.

Tuesday, 03 October, 2006  

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