Sunday, January 31, 2021

Share A Poem Sunday - Because I could not stop for Death - Emily Dickinson

To me, this poem is about how we see death during our life. As children, we know about death but never worry about it. 'It can't happen to us, surely'. But as we get older we know that we won't live forever and so we start to fear the unknown, death. 


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 –