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Because I Would Not Stop for Death: A Homage to Emily Dickinson
after Because I could not stop for Death, by Emily Dickinson Because I would not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me. A wilted bouquet in one hand— a reminder of life's mortality. We began to walk—he knew no haste— side by side, as we always were. In silence, no sympathies were spoken, as he knew I often preferred. We passed the house where I once strove to play and know no sorrow. We passed a creek whisking ashes downstream— something I was hesitant to let it borrow. Or, rather, it passed us— the mist in the air quivering with a dog's final breath— for only I began to falter on our beaten and lonely path. We paused before some foothills that seemed serene, yet all too demanding. The soon-to-be graves were scarcely visible here— urns in my arms notwithstanding. Since then, it has been decades, and yet it still feels shorter than the day Death first took my warm hand in his own and his comforting coldness became mine for eternity.
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