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.
~Emily Dickinson (1830–86)
5 commenti:
I got chills! :)
You are right, that is a really cool poem.
I've always liked that poem. I've never read much poetry but a few months back I was on a minor Emily Dickinson kick.
Leah and James,
I'm glad that you enjoyed the poem. I really didn't think anyone would like it, but I thought to myself "Oh well, I guess since this is my blog and it should portray my thoughts, not necessarily just what I think everyone else wants to hear." So, I took the plunge and posted it anyway, though a long phone conversation with Leah contributed greatly to that decision :)
I'm not quite sure why I like that poem, but it comes to mind any time I think of death. The thought that death comes like a gentleman is very different from the associations most people have with death (the ghost of Christmas yet to come is, against my will, what I usually think of).
Anyway, it was lovely to see everyone yesterday.
Saluti! (Speaking of Saluti, Leah, are you still interested in learning some Italian?)
~Robin
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Hey, Robin. Yes, I am definitely still interested in learning some Italian. I haven't done much with it lately, because I mislaid my Berlitz book, but I found it again yesterday when I was organizing my bookshelves. Yay!
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