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What do u think this poem means or is about ????

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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 Horses' Heads

Were toward Eternity—

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  1. Emily Dickenson was a bit obsessed with death.  She was also one of the last generations to be raised old school Puritan.  She's actually talking about going to heaven.


  2. After death it seems to be a spirit waiting to cross over.

  3. What I get out of the poem is this. A person has passed away, and this is their journy through death. They are remebering things as they used to be, and awaiting their life after death, which shall be for the rest of eternity.

  4. Its about a particular way of thinking about death. The author believes that death isn't about being brought away to some place where you will live forever, he feels it is about being with yourself and reviewing the world around you. The author believes that even though it is a feeling of forever, it only feels like a day long because after death, time doesn't matter.

  5. i cant explain why but it seems to be writtin from the point of view of a persons soul that is trapped here and not resting in peace

    or maybe a vampire....not too sure

    its cool though

    -Linsey

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