"Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality." #EmilyDickinson #poetry
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 …
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.
For once death is dead, swallowed up in Christ's victory, "there's no more dying then."
Of memory, laughter, and the following blackbird.