Day 5 – NaPoWriMo –  Emily Dickinson Reworked.


Because I could not stop for Death (479)

Emily Dickinson1830 – 1886

Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me. 
I knew not it was my Time, just that I need go.
The Carriage held but just Ourselves and Immortality. 
The whisps of spirits in the air gave warmth and light in the Carriage.
 We slowly drove, death knew no haste. And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too. 
For His Civility.
The passages of life they flashed before my eyes. 
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. 
But I felt only warmth in me, my soul burned brightly as chill I knew no more.
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground, The Roof was scarcely visible, The Cornice, in the Ground. 
I cursed a little violently didn't they know I wanted cremation. But it mattered little what I cared for I no longer was.
Since then, 'tis Centuries and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads 
Were toward Eternity. 
The blazing power of God, he sits with majesty, and angels sing , while Devils weep, there is no time. 
The Devil was long defeated when I set foot in this Eternal Haven. 
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