Emily Dickinson


Happy Wednesday!

On Wednesday, I’ll alternate sharing poems and short stories. I’m not planning on much in-depth analysis like I do in the music posts, but if it’s a difficult piece or one that I enjoy picking apart, I will analyze.

This first post is fairly straightforward, so relax, forget your English teacher, and enjoy one of my favorite poems by Emily Dickinson:

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 –
Dickinson is always using abnormal punctuation and capitalization in her poetry, so it’s important to pay attention. Every word she capitalizes is a word you should notice: the Carriage, Ourselves, and Immortality, to notice a few (let’s count “Death” as a proper noun).
So, it’s a bit of a morbid poem. Morbidity aside, though, it’s a good read.

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