Emily Dickinson的短诗.docx

Emily Dickinson的短诗 Emily Dickinson’s poetry 1 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 played, Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible. The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis centuries but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity. 2 Bustle In A House ~ The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth. The sweeping up the heart And putting love away Emily Dickinson’s poetry 1 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 played, Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible. The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis centuries but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity. 2 Bustle In A House ~ The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth. The sweeping up the heart And putting love away 。