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 (24)

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.
So amazing. great poem
amazing poem..........................................
This poem was the poem that inspired me to write my first poem I was thirty five years old I owe her everything, she lit the flame, that shone the light Allan James Saywell
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