Because I could not stop for Death --
The Carriage held but just Ourselves --
We passed the School, where Children strove
We passed the Fields of Grazing Grain --
The Dews drew quivering and chill --
We paused before a House that seemed
Since then -- 'tis Centuries -- and yet
I heard a Fly buzz -- when I died --
Was like the Stillness in the Air --
The Eyes around -- had wrung them dry --
For that last Onset -- when the King
I willed my Keepsakes -- signed away
With Blue -- uncertain stumbling Buzz --
And then the Windows failed -- and then
Kept treading -- treading -- till it seemed
Kept beating -- beating -- till I thought
With those same boots of lead, again.
And I and Silence some strange Race
Death Leaves Us Without Any Sense Of Control
Three of Emily Dickinson’s poems, “Because I Could Not Stop For
Death”, “I Heard A Fly Buzz When I Die”, and “I Felt A Funeral In My
Brain” are all about one of life’s few certainties: death. However, that
is where the similarities end. Although the poems were created by the
same poet, they seem to portray very different and distinct views
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