9/11: A Poem from Emily Dickinson
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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posted by Karen Nelson @ 5:41 PM
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