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 strove
At recess—in the ring—
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain—
We passed the Setting Sun—

Or rather—He passed Us—
The Dews drew quivering and chill—
For only Gossamer, my Gown—
My Tippet—only Tulle—

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground—
The Roof was scarcely visible—
The Cornice—in the Ground—

Since then—'tis centuries— and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity—

The death is coming for us, this is no doubt and this poem is telling us about how we all walk our way toward death how our life is like a day that shine brightly and ends.

This poem give me a image of the god of death lead a the writer pass a empty school, which remind writer about his childhood. How writer turn back on the way and saw the setting sun, it tell me that she compare the life to the twilight it is coming to the end but still beautiful in its very own way. The tip of the house seems like the home she is already very far from. She can barley sees it, barely sees the tip and most successful part of her life.

Also the empty school, setting sun, barley seeing house all give me a image that everything is coming to an end, she is lonely, on this field looking back to some thing else she did not belong.

She did not refuse to go with the gentleman, or as I’ve seen the god of death, nor did she try to hide. I think she want to tell us that death, is not scary it is just an other way of forever.