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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. 2 April 2012
    145. (H):D+MIZ++WAT+WAT(H):D says

    Diz iz de marvoulas poem

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  2. 22 Feb. 2012
    144. Johnny+walker+red+label§¥£ says

    Good good

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  3. 18 Feb. 2012
    143. Woodzy-woozzy says

    Itz 2 awesome u plnd it

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  4. 12 Feb. 2012
    142. :)+Ntsiki;)+minaj:) says

    Dat poem is super wow! I LUV IT CZ IT HV COURAGEOUS WORDZ

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  5. 4 Feb. 2012
    141. CARL+JOHNSON says

    this poem is too gud

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  6. 1 Feb. 2012
    140. Rick+Ross says

    Wow! Wt a great poem it has a words of honour it plssre 2 hv poems lyk ths

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