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 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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This poem was used quite effectively in what was probably our favorite episode of the Apple TV+ show “Dickinson”, which was very good for a couple of seasons before leaning too heavily into comedy and going off the rails in the third.
yeah I agree James has spoiled it a tad, thanks friend.