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Because I could not stop for Death - 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 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 – He passed us – The Dews drew quivering and chill – For only Gossamer, my Gown – My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground – The Roof was scarcely visible – The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity

Analysis: I believe that Emily Dickinson used wonderful imagery to describe what she would be seeing if Death was taking her away in his carriage. The words she wrote really paint a picture in my head. She also uses a lot of alliteration at the end of the stanzas.

My First Memory - Nikki Giovanni

This is my first memory:

A big room with heavy wooden tables that sat on a creaky

wood floor

A line of green shades—bankers’ lights—down the center

Heavy oak chairs that were too low or maybe I was simply

too short

For me to sit in and read

So my first book was always big

In the foyer up four steps a semi-circle desk presided

To the left side the card catalogue

On the right newspapers draped over what looked like

a quilt rack

Magazines face out from the wall

The welcoming smile of my librarian

The anticipation in my heart

All those books—another world—just waiting

At my fingertips.

Analysis: Nikki Giovanni uses imagery to describe her first time in a library. She also uses a lot if descriptive writing to explain what she hears. She gives the description of the library from a child’s point of view, because that is how she remembers it.

Sonnet 116 - William Shakespeare Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Analysis: In this sonnet Shakespeare uses metaphors to describe love. What he is basically saying is that love has no stipulations, to love someone you love them for who they are. You don't try to change someone and you can know their flaws but love them all the same. I think this is a very beautifully written sonnet.