Saturday, September 4, 2010

Emily Dickinson-Death

(According to xkcd.com, this was written in "ballad meter", meaning it can be "read" to the tune of Gilligan's Island. Give it a try....)


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 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 grew 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 but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

2 comments:

  1. Great. Now *I* won't be able to read it normally ever again, either. Should I blame xkcd for the idea or you for posting the whole thing?

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  2. I would place the blame ENTIRELY on them!

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