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 grew 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 but a mound.
Since then ’tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.
Emily Dickinson, 1830-1886
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Emily Dickinson lived a quiet secluded life and her large body of poetic work was not discovered until after her death, but is regarded as amongst the most influential in American poetry.
‘Because I could not stop for Death’ is possibly the most celebrated of all Emily Dickinson’s poems. The version used here follows that used by by Thomas H. Johnson in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson 1955, and Johnson wrote of Death, as conceived in this poem, as “one of the great characters of literature.”






















