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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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"We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess- in the Ring-
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain-
We passed the Setting Sun-"
Making a trip down memory lane to reflect how she's somewhat at peace with the thought of memories and her young life.

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*bolded words
Emily Dickinson uses irregular capitalization and dashes to emphasize certain words to show the depth and importance of each object

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Personification - "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-"
In these lines, Emily uses personification for Death as a man who drove a carriage for her at her last moments, letting her recollect her memories before she dies.

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"Because I could not stop for Death- , He kindly stopped for me-..."
Even though she wasn't exactly ready for death, death was ready for her.

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When faced with death, ready or not, memories reappear and before one knows it, they have crossed into immortality.

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Because I Could Not Stop For Death by Emily Dickinson - Poetry Reading

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Because I Could Not Stop For Death -- A poem by Emily Dickinson. About the poet - Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 -- May 15, 1886) was a very prolific private American poet. She was born in Amherst, Massachusetts. Many of her poems deal with themes of death and immortality.

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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 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 Horse's Heads
Were toward Eternity-