He stopped to meet me politely.
There are only two of us in the carriage.
And "eternal life"
We walked slowly, and he knew there was no need to hurry.
I also put down my work.
And leisure in return.
His manners
When we passed the school, it coincided with the recess.
The children are making noise on the playground.
We walked through the rice fields where we stared.
We missed the sunset.
Maybe it should be said that he surpassed us.
Dew makes me tremble and cold.
Because my clothes are just gauze.
My shawl is just a silk screen.
We stopped in front of a house.
As if it were a raised ground.
The roof, almost invisible
Under the eaves, below the ground
Centuries have passed since then.
But it seems shorter than that day.
That day, I first guessed.
Horsehead, go to eternity
Emily Dickinson, whose writing background is meticulous, pays attention to the activities in her inner world and tries to dig out people's hidden pains and hopes with novel and peculiar ideas and anti-traditional methods. Henry James called her poems "the scenery of the soul". One third of Emily Dickinson's 1775 poems are about death. 1862, Dickinson's beloved married pastor Charles Wordsworth left New England for California. During this period, Dickinson experienced an emotional crisis. During this period, he wrote a lot of poems, thinking about the meaning of life and the destination of life. The famous "because I can't stop to die" is one of them.
Emily Dickinson