Today is Emily Dickinson's Birthday, please read some!

[kennyc]

like this, one of my favorites:
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15395

Because I could not stop for Death (712)
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.

more about Emily Dickenson at Poets.org:
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/155

[Mike L]

Thanks for that, Kenny. It brings back happy memories of my high school American Literature course.

Mike