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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.


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  1. 20 May 2011
    79. Noma says

    Gud readng jst nt scary enuf

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  2. 18 May 2011
    78. (*)BÆÇH3LØR(*) says

    It a gud poem bt ai death joe try anada title

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  3. 12 May 2011
    77. Naughty says

    Ds poem is gud keep it up i lv it

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  4. 9 May 2011
    76. Goddess says

    I had dne this poem in high school nd i loved it then,even now. The way she personifies death is jst amazing

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  5. 7 May 2011
    75. THE+SÖN says

    The poem r0ckz nd d0pe

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  6. 6 May 2011
    74. Th€+vix€n says

    wat i luv abwt theze poemz iz dat they al hav tru meaning.wow

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