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Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each It Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads We were toward eternity.
By abdul4 years ago in Poets
We paused before a house that seemed Swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound These lines are from the poem "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson. In this stanza, the speaker and Death have stopped in front of a house that appears to be swelling off the ground.
Or rather, he passed us; The dews grew quivering and chill, For only gossamer my gown, My tippet only tulle. These lines are also from the same poem, "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson. Here, the speaker continues to describe her carriage ride with Death, but the perspective shifts to the experience of the speaker as they pass through a field.
We passed the school, where children strove At recess, in the ring; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun.
Pity the men who quail in dread, Charged with moving the stones ahead. All must be ordered One full hour forward, Preserving daylight hours they said.
By Lea Waske 4 years ago in Poets
We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. These lines are the opening stanza of the poem "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson.
A teacher of rug rats am I In a room much like a pigsty The kids are all brats You can’t herd them like cats Time to retire to faraway Shanghai.
By Rulam Day4 years ago in Poets
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By Zulqarnain Haider4 years ago in Poets
In a small town nestled deep in the countryside, an eerie sense of unease settled over the community when a resident suddenly vanished without a trace. The disappearance was shrouded in mystery, with no signs of a struggle or any indication of foul play. As days turned into weeks, rumors began to circulate, and the townspeople whispered about supernatural forces at play. The police investigation led to dead ends, and the search party's efforts yielded no clues. The small town was left with a haunting sense of loss and the unsettling feeling that something otherworldly had taken place in their midst
By SANJAI 4 years ago in Poets
“And if dreams were eagles, I would fly But they ain’t and that’s the reason why…” Seven flints got hammered into arrows Seven twigs were crafted into bows
By Vadim Kagan4 years ago in Poets
A once-grand old estate known as the Grey House formerly stood in the centre of the Indian jungle. It had originally belonged to a prosperous British family, but over time it had become run-down and abandoned.
By Tamilselvan4 years ago in Poets
Life can be quite absurd, it's true The things that happen, oh the view From upside down frowns To rain that falls up, it astounds
By Manisha Garg4 years ago in Poets
