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Born: December 10, 1830
Died: May 15, 1886
- spent most of life as a recluse
-brought up in a Puritan town
Quote: "Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough."

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Emily Dickinson

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"I first surmised the Horse's Heads
Were toward Eternity--
Meaning: She realized that Death was taking her to the afterlife.

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Surmised: suppose that something is true without having evidence to confirm it.

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How can this poem influence how people view death?

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Death's Carriage

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The capitalization of words almost personifies them and makes them important and more bold.

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Children at Recess

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Death is shown in this poem as a kind gentleman.

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Because I Could Not Stop for Death - by Emily Dickinson - film by Peter Hague - e-brink

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See more Emily Dickinson on my channel - She is one of the greatest poets I have ever come across and was well ahead of her time. A natural recluse, she was unrecognised during her lifetime and by her death in 1886 she had only published a handful of her huge collection of poems and even then, reluctantley.

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"Sitting sun" "He passed Us"

A Swelling of the Ground---
The Roof was scarcely visible---
The Cornice*---in the Ground---
Cornice: the molding around the top of a building

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Death is showing her life and joyous moments to build up fear for her end. The end almost leads her into the afterlife.

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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 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 passed 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' Head
Were toward Eternity---