Annual Bloggers Poetry Reading



Willow says that today is the Annual Bloggers Poetry Reading day. I think this is much better than the groundhog seeing his shadow this morning. This has been one of my favorites since childhood.



Because I could not stop for Death


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 labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.


We passed the school where children played
At wrestling in a ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.


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


Since then 't is centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.


Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)


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