By Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
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, my 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; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
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Understanding of Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson was obviously a very intelligent poet for her time. Her poems were always either about love or death. This poem deals with death. She was able to use metaphors to explain what she was writing about and help you to understand it higher than just a literal level. Half of Emily Dickinson's poems may have had dark and gloomy themes, but they were so good that it didn't matter, people still enjoyed reading. Her love poems were very beautiful as well. These are just a few reasons why Emily Dickinson is one of America's greatest poets.