Emily Dickenson Themes of Death

             Because I could not stop for Death --.


             The Carriage held but just Ourselves --.






             We passed the School, where Children strove.

             At Recess -- In the Ring --.

             We passed the Fields of Grazing 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 --.

             I Heard A Fly Buzz When I Die.

             I heard a Fly buzz -- when I died --.

             The Stillness in the Room.

             Was like the Stillness in the Air --.

             Between the Heaves of Storm --.

             The Eyes around -- had wrung them dry --.

             And Breaths were gathering firm.

             For that last Onset -- when the King.

             Be witnessed -- in the Room --.

             I willed my Keepsakes -- signed away.

             What portion of me be.

             Assignable -- and then it was.

             There interposed a Fly --.

             With Blue -- uncertain stumbling Buzz --.

             Between the light -- and me --.

             And then the Windows failed -- and then.

             I could not see to see --.

             I Felt A Funeral In My Brain.

             I felt a funeral in my brain, .

             And mourners, to and fro, .

             Kept treading -- treading -- till it seemed .

             That sense was breaking through -- .

             And when they all were seated, .

             A service like a drum -- .

             Kept beating -- beating -- till I thought .

             My mind was going numb --.

             And then I heard them lift a box, .

             And creak across my soul .

             With those same boots of lead, again. .

             Then space -- began to toll .

             As all the heavens were a bell, .

             And being, but an ear, .

             And I and Silence some strange Race .

             Wrecked, solitary, here --.

             And then a Plank in Reason, broke,.

             And I dropped down, and down --.

             And hit a World, at every plunge,.

             And Finished knowing -- then --.

             Death Leaves Us Without Any Sense Of Control.

             Three of Emily Dickinson’s poems, “Because I Could Not Stop For.

             Death”, “I Heard A Fly Buzz When I Die”, and “I Felt A Funeral In My.

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