Home» Poetry » Classic poems

Death 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 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.


Post your comment »

  1. 26 July 2011
    98. Cute~gal says

    Da poem was boring and i felt:z

    Report this comment
  2. 26 July 2011
    97. Loverguy says

    Not quite gd

    Report this comment
  3. 22 July 2011
    96. Lil-charma says

    Wow wht a peom gd one i luv it.:D

    Report this comment
  4. 16 July 2011
    95. (x)$@£uv%@ng3£.c¤m<b@b3$(x) says

    Wow nyc poem bt wsh death cld b othawys

    Report this comment
  5. 9 July 2011
    94. Cya+aka+bq says

    It dificult 2 undurstand and it shakespear it a best poetry

    Report this comment
  6. 8 July 2011
    93. $h3n3 says

    Wow that was amazing, if onyl we learnt it at school

    Report this comment
< 1| 2| 3| 4| ... 11| 12| 13| 14| 15| 16| 17| 18| ... 28| 29| 30| 31 >