Because I Could Not Stop For Death by Emily Dickinson

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.




In enriched english 12 I had to memorize this poem and we went over the meaning of it line by line it was fun and iI still kinda know it til this day. I usally don't remember anything I didn't like and i like most of Emily's work.

Holly Brook: What I Wouldn't Give

One night, in a dream, I saw a group of people. These were deserving, lovable people. The problem was, they didn't know it. They were stuck, confused--reacting to some crazy stuff that happened long ago. They were running around in adult bodies, but in many ways they were still children.

And they were scared.

These people were too busy protecting themselves and trying to figure out what everything meant, they didn't do what they most needed to do: relax, be who they are, and allow themselves to shine.

They didn't know it was okay to stop protecting themselves. They didn't know it was ok to love and be loved. They didn't know they could love themselves.

When I awoke, I realized I was one of them...





note: i did not write this, it is from a book i had for my psych paper it was in the dedication and i am one of them...

Colors crushed and strewn around,

nature falling to the ground.

Crackling leaves crushed underfoot;

dandelions sprout and soon do fluff.

Tiny bugs floating through the air,

bouncing and tossing everywhere.

Long grasses learn to sway,

smelling of the summer fade.
Wind rustling the branches blown;

honking geese sound the way flown.

Gentle breezes caress the skin,

never will i see this again.

Looking through illuminated branches,

setting yourself up for mindles trances.

The sky's bright blue turns to gray.

O, how I love these October days.

Landscape full of fire and fun.
Winter comes when this is done.

Thinking of time well spent.
Thinking about what this has meant.