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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. 12 Jan. 2013
    164. JUNAID says

    Naganie dy ws BUTTONZ(G)

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  2. 18 Dec. 2012
    163. Kgomotso says

    Yah esvaar dat was dope

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  3. 9 Nov. 2012
    162. Ariel#ivp.bitch says

    That's death u will never run away from

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  4. 20 Oct. 2012
    161. princess says

    ths is more dan awsm

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  5. 16 Oct. 2012
    160. (x)(c)DEEP+KISSER(c)(x) says

    Thz poem is very gud nd i cn gv u 10 over 10,100% on it nd dats death u cn not hd 4 death

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  6. 30 Sept. 2012
    159. Sunny192 says

    Its gud

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