⏳ This poem by Emily Dickinson could have millions of interpretations; I decided to see it like a trip to the past while you're about to die. That's why I chose to turn it into a hypothetical road trip. I know it is a strange metaphor, but those are the first images that came to my mind when I read the poem for the first time. Hope you enjoyed it!

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⏳ Some Emily Dickinson’s Books:

📔 The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
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📔 Open Me Carefully: Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson
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📔Envelope Poems
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📔The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson
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📔Hope Is the Thing with Feathers (Petite Poems)
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📔The Essential Emily Dickinson
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📔Emily Dickinson's Gardening Life: The Plants and Places That Inspired the Iconic Poet
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📔The Illustrated Emily Dickinson: 25 Essential Poems
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⏳ Narrator
Tom O'bedlam

⏳ Music
Findings by August Wilhelmsson

⏳ Poem
Because I could not stop for Death
By Emily Dickinson

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 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 –