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 –

You can also
walk around the woods
and talk about
how old the trees are

Or take a nap
in a flannel shirt
while I listen
to the radio report
on the storm

You can wake
in the middle of the night
into my eyes
without a future

–

Du kan ocksä
gå runt i skogen
och berätta
hur gamla träden är

Eller sova middag
med flanellskjortan på
medan jag lyssnar
på radio
om stormen

Du kan vakna
mitt i natten
in i mina ögon
utan framtid