Emily Dickinson's " Because I could not stop for Death--" has an interesting perspective of death. Rather than being a grim reaper in the night, it is rather a calling to eternity.
The carriage did not crash into her home and rip her from bed, but rather it "stopped kindly for [...her]" (2) and took her on a journey through life. Dickinson's poem bends time constraints; it is eerie and peaceful within Twenty-four lines. Twenty-four lines--perhaps twenty-four hours. One last day through all of life.
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