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In memory of
Frederick Vitale
04/24/1966 - 08/19/2014
Frederick Vitale
04/24/1966 - 08/19/2014
Audrey May Collins
05/15/1937 - 02/14/2015
In the community
Ronnel Ruinmer
, mourning for
Ronnel Ruinmer
Jose Ronny Testing
, mourning for
Jose Testing
Kerin Patchin
, mourning for
Jason Bustillos
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Leslie MemoryIsLifeTeam's mourning diary
A poem about death. Dickinson portrays death as her companion in the carriage.
June 27, 2013
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 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.