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.
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Reclusive American poet. Unrecognized in her own time, Dickinson is known posthumously for her unusual use of form and syntax. biography
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