Archive for the ‘Sun’ Category

Funeral Poem: Dying (Emily Dickinson)

Wednesday, June 4th, 2008

The sun kept setting, setting still; No hue of afternoon Upon the village I perceived, -- From house to house 't was noon. The dusk kept dropping, dropping still; No dew upon the grass, But only on my forehead stopped, And wandered in my face. My feet kept drowsing, drowsing still, My fingers were awake; Yet why so little sound ...

Funeral Poem: Because I could not stop for Death (Emily Dickinson)

Wednesday, June 4th, 2008

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 played, Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed ...