Because I could not stop for Death

[cowiz]

I like this a lot.

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—

[Bella Fortuna]

Emily Dickinson.

[cowiz]

Emily Dickinson.

Oh yeah!!!

[Xamonas Chegwé]

Emily ftw.

[cowiz]

What's your take? Depressing or uplifting? Is this a mournful regret of death, or a celebration of a life well lived?

[Feck]

ED the MIss Marple of poets And lay off the rhyme makes it sound cheap and trite (which it wasn't)

[cowiz]

ED the MIss Marple of poets And lay off the rhyme makes it sound cheap and trite (which it wasn't)

Er...

[cowiz]

For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.

For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years,
Bitter contested farthings
And coffers heaped with tears