{"id":4307,"date":"2009-07-09T17:59:30","date_gmt":"2009-07-09T22:59:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=4307"},"modified":"2009-07-09T17:59:30","modified_gmt":"2009-07-09T22:59:30","slug":"because-i-could-not-stop-for-death","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=4307","title":{"rendered":"Because I could not stop for death"},"content":{"rendered":"

Today, I was racing from one point to another in my truck when I saw a funeral procession going by on the opposite side of the street. In the town my mother grew up, Franklinton, Louisiana, if a funeral is going by every car pulls over to show their respect for the dead. Here in the “city”, we keep racing on by. It put me in mind of Emily Dickinson:<\/p>\n

Because I could not stop for Death,
\nHe kindly stopped for me;
\nThe carriage held but just ourselves
\nAnd Immortality.<\/p>\n

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
\nAnd I had put away
\nMy labor, and my leisure too,
\nFor his civility.<\/p>\n

We passed the school, where children strove
\nAt recess, in the ring;
\nWe passed the fields of gazing grain,
\nWe passed the setting sun.<\/p>\n

Or rather, he passed us;
\nThe dews grew quivering and chill,
\nFor only gossamer my gown,
\nMy tippet only tulle.<\/p>\n

We paused before a house that seemed
\nA swelling of the ground;
\nThe roof was scarcely visible,
\nThe cornice but a mound.<\/p>\n

Since then ’tis centuries, and yet each
\nFeels shorter than the day
\nI first surmised the horses’ heads
\nWere toward eternity.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Today, I was racing from one point to another in my truck when I saw a funeral procession going by on the opposite side of the street. In the town my mother grew up, Franklinton, Louisiana, if a funeral is going by every car pulls over to show their respect for the dead. Here in the “city”, we keep racing on by. It put me in mind of Emily Dickinson: Because I could not stop… <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4307","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-main"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1kHSD-17t","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4307","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4307"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4307\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4308,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4307\/revisions\/4308"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4307"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4307"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4307"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}