Perhaps the best known of Dickinsor’s poems are the
melancholic ones — those that deal with death and the after life.
This may be tied in with the notion that because Dickinson was
reclusive. she was also angsty and nun-like. It may also be linked
to a general fascination with those who beat their own path,
particularly if they seem to do it alone. The grim reaper in this
poem is a civil gentleman who takes the narrator — already
ghostlike in gossamer and tulle — gently towards death. It’s a
hopeful, meditative poem about the promise of immortality. -
The poem — Because I could not stop for Death — deals with
heavy subjects such as death, time and eternity. But Emily
Dickinson deals with them in a simple manner so that the idea or
intention of the poem is clearly visible to the reader. One can
comprehend infinite meanings on the poem and this is one of the
crowning pieces of Dickinson; because of the way Death is
personified as a gentleman and how the true nature of death
causes a realization in the speaker about the eternity of being in a
grave.
BECAUSE I COULD NOT STOP FOR DEATH
Because I could not stop for Death — :
He kindly stopped forme-
The Carriage held but just Ourselves —
And Immortality.
phveweLer Shee ter tse
SMe Cordiniviiger
We slowly drove — He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility —
O sich eb
epbecae SI 1 ALailer Ge rips st
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess — in the Ring —
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain —
We passed the Setting Sun —
lef Be PLIES get FE
vuamiucu wiur Carwt, eho inept ah Lé¢
Or rather - He passed Us —
The Dews drew quivering and Chill —
For only Gossamer, my Gown —
My Tippet — only Tulle —
et be wt nEN SLPS ee Jodo br w-——— Lad
WG pete oka ge See
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground —
The Roof was scarcely visible —
The Cornice — in the Ground —
Ppbometn fist Se erick
BRrackif bben peg ut GIP a Peg dy
Since then — ‘tis Centuries — and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity —