Dedicated to Tejaswee Rao (19 Jan 1991 – 11 Aug 2010)
A Poem By Emily Dickinson
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 labour, 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.
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A Poem By Emily Dickinson
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| For Tejaswee Rao! |
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 labour, 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.
MSN NEWS: Of soaring dreams robbed by fate
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ReplyDeleteThough I cannot fully appreciate the poem but I know it's beautiful. May TR's soul rest in peace.
ReplyDelete@Ajay: Interpretation and analysis of the poem- http://bit.ly/c19ATW
ReplyDeleteThanks Giribala for the link. I've got check out the Afghanistan war link too you'd given earlier.
ReplyDeleteSuch a tragic end to a beautiful life...
ReplyDeleteAnd I love this poem.. Thanks for the link..It did help in understanding it better. yes, my interpretation was a little different!