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-

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (27)

wow good to juss think about
wow thars a vtery deep poem but it makes u really think
wow that's deep like it make you think for a lil bit
I found this poem to be very intriguing because of the manner in which Dickinson describes an experience with the grim reaper or death.
The first two lines caught me.
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