because i could not stop for death

Emily.


I don't know if you can tell, but I've been going on a bit of a poetry binge lately. In fact, I've really been enjoying Emily Dickinson's poems. While she can be a bit depressing, her poems are so well composed it's hard not to like them. What I like most is their length. Rarely are they long and I admire Dickinson's ability to capture emotions or various concepts with such concision.

This is one of my favourites.

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 labour, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

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 grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippedt only tulle.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

EMILY DICKINSON

Such a lit loser. and I suck at guitar hero to boot. I wasted so much time on the latter activity today. Most enjoyable.