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 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—

 Death, by Emily Dickinson is a very well known poem throughout the world. In this poem it talks about, well, death. The first stanza, Dickinson says that she did not stop for death, but death stopped for her. I believe she is saying that she did not want death to come, but death stroke her anyways. She also wrote, the carriage held just ourselves, and immortality. She was saying she was going on a trip with death to wherever she should be after that. I think this poem is describing the journey of death. This poem is trying to describe the trip to the afterlife, and everything she sees. This poem has some rhymes in it, but not all stanzas include rhymes. There is one alliteration in the poem, which is the entire third stanza. I think this poem is rather fantastic, with the author’s diction being so profound yet so simple. There are hidden meanings behind each stanza, I think the poem is more of a dark tone, a rather sad tone. When people talk about death, they don’t get particularly happy about it. I do not like poems like this. I prefer joyful, happy poems, rather than the deep dark tone this poem enhances. I think poems should be rather enjoyful, than messing people's emotions up afterwards.