Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Jesse Couldn't Stop for Death #blogtour #giveaway #npm15

I was somewhat disappointed that I'm missing out on the National Poetry Month opportunities to post poems, given my blog tour of Dying for Her. But today I decided to combine the two with--you guessed it!--a poem about dying.


Because I could not stop for Death - Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
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 grew 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 but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

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