May 31, 2008

'Because I could not stop for death'

I dedicated this day to finishing my final reports, projects, etc. of my high school career. For my A.P. English class, I read three Emily Dickinson poems and one by W.H. Auden. This poem is one of the most noted poems written by Emily Dickinson. As you might know, Dickinson was severely depressed and ended her own life. It is really evident in every single one of her melancholy poems. (I put on this pic of Cléménce Poésy just because it fit so well)

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—

My English teacher thinks I write horribly, but who told her I want a major in English? God forbid!! lol

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