Monday, 5 December 2011

Mmm… Monday: Emily Dickinson, Part the First

I’m tired. So very tired. Not just due to lack of sleep, but it’s been a lot lately. I haven’t rested properly since coming back from England, there are so many things going on at the same time that I don’t want to deal with, and I’m just not where I want to be in life. Or maybe not so much that, as I’m not doing what I want to do with my life.

It’s an Emily Dickinson day. Of course.

The Chariot

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,
Their lessons scarcely done;
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.

I love everything about this, but especially the two first and two last lines. They all give me a sense of hope that I cannot quite explain. Or maybe it’s just the emo in me that has taken control over my senses.

And we carry on.

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