(完整word版)EmilyDickinson关于死亡的诗歌汇总

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1)Because I could not stop for Death 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 drew 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—in the Ground—

Since then—'tis Centuries—and yet

Feels shorter than the Day

I first surmised the Horses' Heads

Were toward Eternity—

2) I felt a funeral in my brain

I felt a funeral in my brain,

And mourners to and fro,

Kept treading, treading, till it seemed

That sense was breaking through.

And when they all were seated,

A service like a drum

Kept beating, beating, till I thought

My mind was going numb.

And then I heard them lift a box

And creak across my soul

With those same boots of lead again,

Then space began to toll

As all the heavens were a bell,

And being but an ear,

And I and silence some strange race,

Wrecked solitary here.

And then a plank in reason broke,

And I dropped down and down

And hit a world at every plunge,

And finished knowing, then.

7) There's been a death in the opposite house

There's been a death in the opposite house

As lately as today.

I know it by the numb look

Such houses have alway.

The neighbors rustle in and out,

The doctor drives away.

A window opens like a pod,

Abrupt, mechanically;

Somebody flings a mattress out, -

The children hurry by;

They wonder if It died on that, -

I used to when a boy.

The minister goes stiffly in

As if the house were his,

And he owned all the mourners now,

And little boys besides;

And then the milliner, and the man

Of the appalling trade,

To take the measure of the house.

There'll be that dark parade

Of tassels and of coaches soon;

It's easy as a sign, - The intuition of the news In just a country town.

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