A book of Emily Dickens poetry came in last week. Have you ever read any of her work? Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) was a most prolific poet. She was somewhat of a recluse. After returning home from college she rarely left the home of her well-to-do parents. At home she mostly stayed in her room. He social life was by correspondence.
Her 1,800 or so poems can be sung to the tune of Yellow Rose of Texas. Below is "Because I Could Not Stop for Death." Small children love to hear the tune and the words of her poetry even though they do not yet have the words in their vocabulary. The sounds are soothing. Sing away!
David Sneed
Her 1,800 or so poems can be sung to the tune of Yellow Rose of Texas. Below is "Because I Could Not Stop for Death." Small children love to hear the tune and the words of her poetry even though they do not yet have the words in their vocabulary. The sounds are soothing. Sing away!
David Sneed
Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.
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—
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—
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—
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—
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—
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity—

