BECAUSE I COULD NOT
STOP FOR DEATH
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 grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle
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
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
We’re toward eternity
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
We’re toward eternity
Emily Dickinson 1830 – 1886
PARAPHRASE
Because I could not
stop for Death, so He kindly stopped for me. The carriage held but just ourselves and Immortality.
We slowly drove and 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 and We passed the fields of
gazing grain and We passed the setting sun.
Or rather he passed us, The dews grew quivering and chill for only gossamer my gown and
my tippet only tulle.
We paused before a
house that seemed a swelling of the ground
and the roof was scarcely visible and the cornice but a mound.
Since then ’tis
centuries and yet each feels shorter than the
day. I first surmised the horses’ heads. We’re toward eternity.
THEME
The
theme of this poem is about the acceptance of death. Death is not to be feared
since it is a natural part of endless cycle of nature.
GENERAL MEANING
This
poem illustrates a woman, escorted by “Death” and accompanied by “Immortality”,
headed towards her final destination, which is eternity. The speaker clearly
implies that ‘Death’ is not something to be afraid of. Instead of offending,
Death is described with such a kindness and gentleness. Enchanted by his
kindness, the woman has no other options but to leave her mortal life behind.
DETAIL MEANING
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
This poem begins by personifying
death as person in a carriage, who picks the speaker as a passenger. The speaker
remarks that she had been too busy to stop for Death, so he takes the time to
do what she cannot and stop for her, she reveals that she welcomes death when
she says, “he kindly stopped for me”. The pleasant tone of the poem further
suggests that the author is quite comfortable with death. The carriage ride is
symbolic of the author’s departure from life. She is in the carriage with death
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
“he knew no haste” is an old-fashioned way of saying Death
didn’t speed or hurry. The “we” might allow the reader think the speaker has
some control over the pace, but Dickinson quickly reminds us that “he” is the
one determining the relaxed progress and that the speaker’s just along for the
ride. While we’ve already determined that the speaker is not afraid of Death,
this slow pace still create a feeling of drawn-out suspense in the poem and
keep us wondering what might happen. She reveals her willingness to go with
death (because she has given up thinking about and worrying about work and free
time) when she says that she had “put away…labor and…leisure too for his
civility”. This further reveals that the author has come to terms with her own
mortality. She has set down all she wanted to do in life, and willingly entered
the carriage with Death and Immortality. She may be aware that had she not gone
willingly, they would have taken her captive nonetheless, but this does not
seem to alter her perception of the two characters as kind, thoughtful, and
even gentle. This is portrayed as Death drives slowly for her, allowing her to reminisce.
He “knew no haste” as they drove. He takes her through the course of her life
with a slow and patient ride. Immortality rides along, but is silent. This is
explicitly stated, as it is “For His Civility” that she puts away her “labor”
and her “leisure,” which is Dickinson using metonymy to represent another alliterative
word—her life.
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
They drive “passed the school where
the children strove” implying that the author is generously given a few moments
to remember her childhood. They then drive past the “gazing grain” allowing the
author to think back upon the prime of her life. Then they pass the setting
sun. This symbolizes the author’s death. The sunset is beautiful and gentle,
and the passing from life to eternity is portrayed as such. There is a metaphor
in this poem, Dickinson states that they pass the “Setting Sun”. This is a
common symbol to describe the end of a person’s life. Anaphora is evident in
the passage with the repetition of “We passed” to emphasize the frequency of
the action and how important those stages mentioned in the poem are and it
works to mimic the slow progression of the carriage. You can almost hear the
echo of clomping horse hooves in the repeated phrase, so instead of feeling
like this poem is at a standstill, we’re aware that its moving forward, it
almost allow us to be a part of their journey not just outside observers.
Or rather, he passed
us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.
Suddenly, now that the sun has set,
the author realizes that she is quite cold and she shivers. Then she becomes
aware that she is under dressed, it tells us about we can not prepare for
death, we cannot prepare to wear a thick dress that can protect us from cold because
death come unexpectedly we cannot prepare when like it is not her choice and
she was not planning this trip with Death. Prior to this moment of realization,
the author felt quite comfortable with Death and Immortality. After all, she
was riding along with them in only her “gossamer” and her “tippet only tulle”
(kind of wedding dress that she wants to marry with Death, it is like
representing a new beginning than for funeral, representing an end) or in other
words, in only a sheer nightgown. In the first through third stanzas, the
author is on close affectionate terms with Death and Immortality. Describing
Death as a gentleman suitor who is kind and civil, she shows no shame at being
under dressed. However, when the sun sets, and the cold damp sets in, she
becomes aware of her inappropriate attire.
We paused before a
house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound
In her moment of realization that she
has been seduced by Death, they pause before her new “home”, a “swelling of the
ground”. She claims the “the roof was scarcely visible” and the “cornice but a
mound”. The tone becomes one of disappointment, as the author realizes that
death is not all she thought it would be, her new “home” is not like what is
expected is not like a cottage, hotel, or etc but it is a grave. Now, as the
sun has set on her life, and she is standing before her new forever home,
disappointment sets in. Death was kind and gentle, like a gentleman suitor. He
lured her in with grandiose promises of eternity. Now that she sees her small,
damp, eternal home, she feels cheated.
Since then ’tis
centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
We’re toward eternity
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
We’re toward eternity
It has now been “centuries and yet
each feels shorter than a day” as life goes on without her. It has been
centuries since that moment of realization, when she “first surmised” that
Death had seduced her, that he had appeared a kindly gentleman at first, but
had left her alone in the dark, cold, damp grave. This statement “feels shorter
than the Day” is so paradoxical and hyperbolic because centuries is too long to
feel shorter than the day.
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