“Emily”

Emily Dickinson died today,  at the age of 55, in Amherst, Massachusetts.

A short life, one can only imagine all the poems wandering through her thoughts, waiting to be captured.  And sadly, one can only imagine all the thoughts tossed away when a lot of her writing was discarded upon her death.

But thankfully,  so much remains.   So much to reflect upon, to wonder about……….

It’s hard to say which I like best…….it depends on the day, the season, what thoughts are wandering through my own mind.

But one I have always had a special fondness for is this one……..

And on this day, in 1886, he stopped for her…………… and led her to Eternity.

Because I could not stop for Death

Emily Dickinson1830 – 1886
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 – 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Peace,
Shirl
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About sknobloch

I am an Author, Artist, and Reiki Master and Intuitive Counselor, offering energy and guidance sessions on people and beloved pet companions. I divide my time between a Northern NJ suburb of Manhattan and Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. I enjoy pursuing paranormal explorations in this uniquely haunted town. Read more about me at www.briarrosereiki.com and http://shirlknoblochwillowfineartprintsandphotography.zenfolio.com/ All writings and photos © Shirl Knobloch.......no unauthorized copying or use permitted without written permission from the author and photographer, Shirl Knobloch.
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