8 Oktober 2008

Because I could not stop for death

by: Emily Dickinson

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 stroveAt 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 –
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My dear Emily…
For those who ain’t no see nor just hear
I see no lighten by the time they walk
For those who deny themselves for being sacrified
I see no sorrow but just a bunch of smudges
With this two hand and mind being molten
I can see your precious thought
Near or yet…I becoming your peer :-)