“Because I could not stop for Death
–
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.”
Emily Dickinson, “Because I could not stop for Death”
Like many of her poems, this work is spare and elegiac. She provides a paradoxical
mingling of movement and immobility, of time passing and frozen. Most notable is
its matter-of-fact quality. There is no fear or grief, just a sense of the inevitable mixed with a slight tang of regret. The very antithesis of Romantic poetry.
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