Poetry Friday

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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 –

The rest of the poem is here.

For my great aunt Mary Klopman.