"Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality." #EmilyDickinson #poetry
Category: Literature
Poetry: Brontë – O come with me
O come with me, thus ran the song,The moon is bright in Autumn’s sky,And thou hast toiled and laboured longWith aching head and weary eye.Emily Jane Brontë I stumbled across this poem recently. I realized that while I knew of the Brontë sisters’ novels, I knew very little of their poetry. This one stuck out …
Poetry: Li Po – Sitting Alone by Ching-t’ing Mountain
We never tire of this dance because, unlike the mountain, we trust in a more reliable thing than either the seasonable birds or the crumbling mountain.
Poetry: Shakespeare – Sonnet 146
For once death is dead, swallowed up in Christ's victory, "there's no more dying then."
Poetry: Stevens – Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Of memory, laughter, and the following blackbird.
