The Good, The Bad, and The Scary – Day 26

THE GOOD

Poetry

 

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Emily Dickinson 

“Because I Could Not Stop for Death”

 

Emily Dickinson wrote a lot of poetry in the 1800’s, and a lot of those poems deal with the sometimes horrible but always inevitable subject of death. One particularly lasting poem, “Because I Could Not Stop for Death”, has a speaker encountering Death one night, and it proves to be a less than terrifying experience.

 

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 –

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