I stumble through the forest. My feet are cut and bleeding. I have been weaving, and now I take a heavy breath and step up onto my hammock. I hear a noise. I try to rest, but I can't control my panic! I become very frantic. I turn around and fall face first onto the ground. When I look up, I see Death! It takes my hand and pulls me up and I get sucked in and that, in fact, is my death!Emily wrote this piece after our discussion of famous women poets, which included the wonderful Emily Dickinson and her poems about Death. The figure of speech known as "Personification" was introduced to the club. Emily, do you remember I could only recall the first stanza of my favourite of Dickinson's poems, " Because I could not stop for Death"? Well, here it is:
|Because I could not stop for Death|
|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 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 –
I'm on a boat.
Oh no! It's wet!
I hit my head.
I think I'm dead, but how will I ever know?
I think I'm on the brink of death.
"Wake up, please!"
I hear a wail
And I get washed with water thrown over me from a pail.
"Oh my! You're so pale!"
I hear a sweet voice saying,
"I see a doctor with an evil smile on his face, and then I see him transform shape"
Her voice sounds glum.
She takes my hand and I hear a thump.
I squeal in pain.
I wonder if I'm insane.
But then she said "Dead."Emily, you must keep writing ...for your whole life! You have a sure talent for it. I am so impressed with these three pieces. More please!
It's hard to believe that Emily is only in Grade 5.