Famous Death Poem

Because I Could Not Stop For Death By Emily Dickinson

A poem about death. Dickinson portrays death as her companion in the carriage. She passes her childhood - the school, to her grave.

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Because I Could Not Stop For Death

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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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  • by Chandrika Das
  • 2 weeks ago

I have loved this poem since the time I first read it. I love the concept of eternity, death, and life woven into a voyage of three wanderers.

  • by Ananya Madhusoodanan
  • 3 weeks ago

I have no fear of death. I am rather fascinated by it. I found this poem soulful and perfect.

  • by Sanskruti R. Jadhav
  • 2 months ago

I love all these death poems. The reason is that I believe that our life is just like an egg. It will fall down and break and will get completely destroyed. All these poems directly or indirectly clarify the same.

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