BECAUSE I COULD NOT STOP FOR DEATH
                                     - Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death -
He kindly stopped foe 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 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 -

Since then - 'tis Centuries - and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity -


(Mariah speaking) Here's a lady I'd heard of and read some of, but hadn't looked at closely. Now I'm learning more about her and growing in appreciation, thanks to a friend. Just as, thanks to my friend Tedd, I grew to love Van Gogh. I'm surrounded by excellent teachers.....