KirbyVictorious
Name it Fred! I miss Fred oh so much
crying He was my favorite.
How did you tell the difference...?
And I must say, I do like Miss Emily's poem Because I Could Not Stop for Death, reproduced here with last stanza included:
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, be passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.
We paused before house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
I love the poem The Raven, and Stephen Crane's War is Kind, and I love Walt Whitman's. Oh, and The Red Wheelbarrow. So simple, so dumb, so revealing... or something...
But I do think Emily is my favorite, not just because she's got my same name...
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