Death can be as silent as a feather on the wind, or as loud as a volcano heard around the world. It can make you take notice or it can as unnoticed as an ant walking across the grass. Death does not judge or prioritize you go first and in a better way because you are rich and powerful. Death does not ask you if you are ready, but death is something that we all must face at one time or another. You cannot run or hide from it, and it is final. Death may be the biggest mystery of life that everyone at one time or another wonder what it is all about, but that no one really has an answer for. I think that authors who write about death such as Emily Dickerson and Jean Rhys want to take some of the fear away from death. (Clugston 2010)
One main element of death is the adventure of dying. Many people stop to think, or just think of death in passing as, what will death be like?, They want to know what will death smell like, taste like fell like, and so on. I think that Emily Dickson focuses on what she thinks that she will see in her journey to the afterlife. Emily Dickson’s poem “Because I could not wait for Death” is evident that death is the theme to the poem. In the title of the poem, she is already showing the importance of death, by capitalizing the D in death. (Clugston 2010) The title may also hint that she may be taking us through what she thinks her journey with death may be like. She also lets the reader see that she herself may think of death as a person, one who is kind, “Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me -” (1863, p. 810). . She writes “We slowly drove –he knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility” (1863 p. 810). When Emily Dickinson writes, “We slowly drove – he knew no haste” she is stating that she is dying slowly and death could be a kind visitor to take her on her journey along with “immortality” (1863, p. 810). Most people would shutter at thinking death is a friend, but think of an...