Friday, October 29, 2021

Sweet Death

        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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