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  1. 21. Because I Could Not Stop For Death

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    A poem about death. Dickinson portrays death as her companion in the carriage. She passes her childhood - the school, to her grave. The poem makes heavy use of the literary device of personification, giving death human characteristics.

    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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  2. 22. After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes

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    A poem about emotional pain and grief, the body and minds reactions to terrible news. "After Great Pain, a Formal Feeling Comes" is a poem by Emily Dickinson about coping with intense emotional pain. The poet describes their numbed emotional state following a traumatic event. Dickinson uses metaphors and imagery to paint a vivid picture of the speaker's emotional detachment. The use of rhyme and a tight meter gives the poem a musical quality, emphasizing the speaker's numbness. It can be interpreted as Dickinson's own coping mechanism after experiencing a loss, but also applies to the reader's personal experiences and emotional numbness.

    After great pain a formal feeling comes--
    The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs;
    The stiff Heart questions--was it He that bore?
    And yesterday--or centuries before?

    The feet, mechanical, go round
    A wooden way
    Of ground, or air, or ought,
    Regardless grown,
    A quartz contentment, like a stone.

    This is the hour of lead
    Remembered if outlived,
    As freezing persons recollect the snow--
    First chill, then stupor, then the letting go.

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  3. 23. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

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    "Do not stand at my grave and weep" is the first line and popular title of this bereavement poem of disputed authorship. This extremely famous poem has been read at countless funerals and public occasions. There are in existence many slightly different versions of the poem. Written in the 1930's, it was repopularized during the late 1970s thanks to a reading by John Wayne at a funeral. Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905-2004), a florist from Baltimore, MD claimed to have composed this poem in 1932 in a moment of inspiration to comfort a family friend who had just lost her mother and was unable to even visit her grave. However, the poem was only first formally published in the December 1934 issue of The Gypsy poetry magazine where it was titled "Immortality", with the author as Clare Harner (1909–1977) from Kansas. Several of Harner’s other poems were published and anthologized.
    The poem below is the version published in 1934 in The Gypsy poetry magazine.

      Do not stand
        By my grave, and weep.
        I am not there,
      I do not sleep-
    I am the thousand winds that blow
    I am the diamond glints in snow
    I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
    I am the gentle, autumn rain.
    As you awake with morning’s hush,
    I am the swift up-flinging rush
    Of quiet birds in circled flight,
    I am the day transcending soft night.
      Do not stand
        By my grave, and cry-
      I am not there.
        I did not die.

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  4. 24. But You Didn't

    • By Merrill Glass

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    The excellent use of structure and repetition in this powerful poem contribute to the strong emotional reaction many people feel when reading this poem.
    When a loved one doesn't return from war there will be many unresolved feelings. Don't wait to tell the important people in your life how you feel about them, do it right away. You never know if you'll get the chance again.

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    Remember the time you lent me your car and I dented it?
    I thought you'd kill me...
    But you didn't.

    Remember the time I forgot to tell you the dance was
    formal, and you came in jeans?
    I thought you'd hate me...
    But you didn't.

    Remember the times I'd flirt with
    other boys just to make you jealous, and
    you were?
    I thought you'd drop me...
    But you didn't.

    There were plenty of things you did to put up with me,
    to keep me happy, to love me, and there are
    so many things I wanted to tell
    you when you returned from
    Vietnam...
    But you didn't.

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