Emily Dickinson, The Belle of Amherst
Because I could not stop for Death
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 –
Emily Dickinson
1830-1886
What an interesting poem. There is something odd about this poem that many people miss. Consider the tone that we see in poems that have such a strong theme of death. The tone we usually see is very grim and sad but in this poem we get more of a scene of death being an old friend riding with us always ready to take us at the right time. Lets also consider how the reader interprets the poem. When I read the poem is seems like it started slow and ended with me reading really fast, then it slows down again. Some has said that this is symbolic of real life and how it starts slow and ends so fast. If we look at this poem from an analytical standpoint it would seem difficult to read but all of these different elements and literary devises that she has incorporated make it so comprehendible. This is truly what makes her such a great author in our history.
Link to poem: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/177119
Link to poem: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/177119
Great poem. Some of my favorite authors make death interesting. Not in a gruesome way, but much in this way. Something familiar and already a part of us. Thinking about death in these ways can make it seem less intimidating, like something we do not want to come, but welcome it when it does.
ReplyDeleteI really like this poem. I was glad to see that you selected it as a choice for your blog.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that you chose this poem, because I must admit that I had a hard time understanding it. I wonder what exactly Dickinson mean't by "because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me." Death is the speaker's friend, yet it seems as if the speaker had not time to stop (meet with) death. Therefore, death stopped to meet with the speaker. Is her meeting with death her actual death? Why does she mention immortality?
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