ALLEN TATE One of the perfect poems in English is The Chariot, /13/ and it exemplifies better than anything else [Emily Dickinson] wrote the special quality of her mind… If the word great means anything in poetry, this poem is one of the greatest in the English language; it is flawless to the last detail. The rhythm charges with movement the pattern of suspended action back of the poem. Every image is precise and, moreover, not merely beautiful, but /14/ inextricably fused with the central idea. Every image extends and intensifies every other. The third stanza especially shows Miss Dickinson’s power to fuse, into a single order of perception, a heterogeneous series: the children, the grain, and the setting sun (time) have the same degree of credibility; the first subtly preparing for the last.
The sharp gazing before grain instils into nature a kind of cold vitality of which the qualitative richness has infinite depth. The content of death in the poem eludes forever any explicit definition. He is a gentleman taking a lady out for a drive. But note the restraint that keeps the poet from carrying this so far that it is ludicrous and incredible; and note the subtly interfused erotic motive, which the idea of death has presented to every romantic poet, love being a symbol interchangeable with death. The terror of death is objectified through this figure of the genteel driver, who is made ironically to serve the end of Immortality. This is the heart of the poem: she has presented a typical Christian theme in all its final irresolution, without making any final statement about it.
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There is no solution to the problem; there can be only a statement of it in the full context of intellect and feeling. A construction of the human will, elaborated wit all the abstracting powers of the mind, is put to the concrete test of experience: the idea of immortality is confronted with the fact of physical disintegration. We are not told what to think; we are told to look at the situation. The framework of the poem is, in fact, the two abstractions, mortality and eternity, which are made to as- /15/ sociale in perfect equality with the images: she sees the ideas.
and thinks the perceptions. She did, of course, nothing of the sort; but we must use the logical distinctions, even to the extent of paradox. if we are to form any notion of this rare quality of mind. She could not in the proper sense think at all, and unless we prefer the feeble poetry of moral ideas that flourished in New England in the eighties, we must conclude that her intellectual deficiency contributed at least negatively to her great distinction. Miss Dickinson is probably the only Anglo-American poet of her century whose work exhibits the perfect literary situation- in which is possible the fusion of sensibility and thought. Unlike her contemporaries, she never succumbed to her ideas, to easy solutions, to her private desires.
/16/… No poet could have invented the elements of The Chariot; only a great poet could have used them so perfectly. Miss Dickinson was a deep mind writing from a deep culture, and when she came to poetry, she came infallibly. Infallibly, at her best; for no poet has ever been perfect, nor is Emily Dickinson. Her unsurpassed precision of statement is due to the directness with which the abstract framework of her thought acts upon its unorganized material. The two elements of her style, considered as point of view, are immortality, or the idea of permanence, and the physical process of death or decay.
Her diction has two corresponding features: words of Latin or Greek origin and, sharply opposed to these, the concrete Saxon element. It is this verbal conflict that gives to her verse its high tension; it is not a device deliberately seized upon, but a feeling for language that senses out the two fundamental components of English and their metaphysical relation: the Latin for ideas and the Saxon for perceptions-the peculiar virtue of English as a poetic tongue. Only the great poets know how to use this advantage of our language. Like all poets, Miss Dickinson often writes out of habit; /22/ the style that emerged from some deep exploration of an idea is carried on as verbal habit when she has nothing to say… But she never had the slightest interest in the public. Were four poems or five published in her lifetime She never felt the temptation to round off a poem for public exhibition.
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Higginson’s kindly offer to make her verse “correct” was an invitation to throw her work into the public ring-the ring of Lowell and Longfellow. He could not see that he was tampering with one of the rarest literary integrities of all time. Here was a poet who had no use for the supports of authorship-flattery and fame; she never needed money. /23/ She had all the elements of a culture that has broken up, a culture that on the religious side takes its place in the museum of spiritual antiquities. Puritanism, as a unified version of the world, is dead; only a remnant of it in trade may be said to survive.
In the history of puritanism she comes between Hawthorne and Emerson. She has Hawthorne’s matter, which a too irresponsible personality tends to dilute into a form like Emerson’s; she is often betrayed by words. But she is not the poet of personal sentiment; she has more to say than she can put down in anyone poem. Like Hardy and Whitman she must be read entire; like Shakespeare she never gives up her meaning in a single 1 ine.
She is therefore a perfect subject for the kind of criticism which is chiefly concerned with general ideas. She exhibits one of the permanent relations between personality and objective truth, and she deserves the special attention of our time, which lacks that kind of truth. She has Hawthorne’s intellectual toughness, a hard, definite sense of the physical world. The highest flights to God, the most extravagant metaphors of the strange and the remote, come back to a point of casuistry, to a moral dilemma of the experienced world.
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There is, in spite of the homiletic vein of utterance, no abstract speculation, nor is there a message to society; she speaks wholly to the individual experience. She offers to the unimaginative no riot of vicarious sensation; she has no useful maxims for men of action. Up to this point her resemblance to Emerson is slight: poetry is a sufficient form of /24/ utterance, and her devotion to it is pure. But in Emily Dickinson the puritan world is no longer self-contained; it is no longer complete; her sensibility exceeds its dimensions.
She has trimmed down its supernatural proportions; it has become a morality; instead of the tragedy of the spirit there is a commentary upon it. Her poetry is a magnificent personal confession, blasphemous and, in its self-revelation, its implacable honesty, almost obscene. It comes out of an intellectual life towards which it feels no moral responsibility. Mather would have burnt her for a witch. /25/ from Reactionary Essays on Poetry and Ideas (New York: Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1936), pp.
13-16, 22-25. A revised version of this essay appears in Collected Essays by Allen Tate (Denver: Alan Swallow, 1959).
Copyright 1959 by Allen Tate. YVOR WINTERS There are a few curious and remarkable poems representing a mixed theme, of which [“Because I could not stop for Death”] is perhaps the finest example… /288/ In the fourth line we find the familiar device of using a major abstraction in a somewhat loose and indefinable manner; in the last stanza there is the semi-playful pretence of familiarity with the posthumous experience of eternity. so that the poem ends unconvincingly though gracefully, with a formulary gesture very roughly comparable to that of the concluding couplet of many an Elizabethan sonnet of love; for the rest the poem is a remarkably beautiful poem on the subject of the daily realization of the imminence of death-it is a poem of departure from life, an intensely conscious leave-taking.
In so far as it concentrates on the life that is being left behind, it is wholly successful; in so far as it attempts to experience the death to come, it is fraudulent, however exquisitely, and in this it falls below her finest achievement. Allen Tate, who appears to be unconcerned with this fraudulent element, praises the poem in the highest terms; he appears almost to praise it for its defects: “The sharp gazing before grain instils into nature a kind of cold vitality of which the qualitative richness has infinite depth. The content of death in the poem eludes forever any explicit definition… she has presented a typical Christian theme in all its final irresolution, without making any final statement about it.” The poem ends in irresolution in the sense that it ends in a statement that is not offered seriously; to praise the /289/ poem for this is unsound criticism, however. It is possible to solve any problem of insoluble experience by retreating a step and defining the boundary at which comprehension ceases, and by then making the necessary moral adjustments to that boundary; this in itself is an experience both final and serious, and it is the experience on which our author’s finest work is based.
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/290/ from “Emily Dickinson and the Limits of Judgement,” In Defense of Reason, 3 rd ed. (Denver: Alan Swallow, 1947), pp. 283-299. AN KEY LARRABEE Allen Tale is indisputably correct when he writes (in Reactionary Essays) that for Emily Dickinson “The general symbol of Nature… is Death.” Death is, in fact, her poetic affirmation.
Yet he continues with a questionable declaration: .”.. and her weapon against Death is the entire powerful dumb-show of the puritan theology led by Redemption and Immortality.” It is true that she is forced to experience and deal with nature before she can turn her back on it, but redemption and immortality are for her neither weapon nor protection. If these concepts deserve any place at all, it is rather because they are avenues of escape from death. In her love poems, as well as in the group dealing with time and eternity, she returns constantly to her preoccupation with death-both as it is incorporated in all of nature, and as it encompasses it on all sides. Here she faces and resolves the issue many times, but never wholly with what Tale is pleased to call her “puritan theology.” Certainly the love poems provide the more personally representative passages from which to draw an argument against Tate’s statement. A recurrent theme in these poems is the separation of two lovers by death, and their reunion in immortality.
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But Emily Dickinson’s conception of this immortality is centered in the beloved himself, rather than in any theological principle… The immortality which concerns her arises directly from her connection with a second person, and never exists as an abstract or Christian condition… /115/ In this same way, redemption is also reduced to the simplest personal equation. In these poems redemption, as such, is never mentioned; rather, the awareness of it permeates the entire section. Redemption for Emily Dickinson is too synonymous with immortality to receive much individual distinction. There is little talk of heaven or hell, except as they exist within the poet herself…
It is not the “dumb-show of the puritan theology” which protects the poet, but her own redefinition of Christian values. This redefinition is not important because of any radical deviation from the church’s precepts, but because the catchwords of pulpit and hymnal have been given an intimate and casual interpretation. She speaks of Death’s coming for her, yet has him arrive in a carriage to take her for an afternoon’s drive. She writes of Calvaries, but they are “Calvaries of Love”; the grave is “my little cottage.” …
The familiar and comforting words that, for her, spell everyday life are used to mask unrealized abstractions. It is by contracting the illimitable spaces of after-life to her own focus, that she can find peace, for “their height in heaven comforts not.” She fills the abyss with her talk of tea and carriages and the littleness of time. Puritan theology may have given her a fear of the loneliness of death, the Bible and hymnal may have provided her with patterns and phrases, but these equip her with terminologies, molds in which her personal conceptions can take form, rather than actual Christian conceptions. Death for Emily Dickinson, therefore, was an uncomfortable lacuna which could in no way be bridged, except by transposing it into a more homely metaphor.
Death as a caller, the grave as a little house-these are a poetic whistling in the dark. In a safe and ordered microcosm, she found death an ungoverned and obsessing presence. It could be neither forgotten nor accepted in its present form. Death had possessed too many of her friends to be reckoned with as a complete abstraction. But when she translated this oppression into a language of daily routine, she could blot out the reality of death with pictures conjured up by the surrounding images: What if I file this mortal off, See where it hurts me, -that’s enough, – And wade into liberty [#277-Poems, 1891, p. 107] /116/…
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this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf Clasped yet to him and me. [#418-Poems, 1890, p. 132] I sing to use the waiting… And tell each other how we sang To keep the dark away.
[#850-Poems, 1896, p. 170] The idea of filing it off, of wading into death and its liberty, of calling death a primer, or of singing away eternity, is the balance of known with unknown which Emily Dickinson must portion out to herself before she can rest. Allen Tale is on the right track in referring to death as her “general symbol of Nature.” It is the logical culmination of nature, and the greatest example of the change which is constantly moving through nature. Emily Dickinson regards nature as resembling death in that it can, for the moment, be brought within her garden walls, but still spreads around her life and beyond her door, impossible to hold or to measure. Both are forces which must be discussed and rehearsed constantly.
They are too present and compelling to be pushed into the recesses of the mind. The brute energy of both must be leashed to the minutely familiar. Emily Dickinson’s wild nights are bound and her fears assuaged with the images of her immediate reality. But this immediate reality is made up of her personal terms, and has come from her own heart, not from the tenets of her church. /1171/ from “Three Studies in Modern Poetry,” Accent, III (Winter, 1943), 115-117.
EUNICE GLENN The central theme [of “Because I could not stop for Death”] is the interpretation of mortal experience from the standpoint of immortality. A theme stemming from that is the defining of eternity as timelessness. The poet uses these abstractions- mortality, immortality, and eternity-in terms /585/ of images. How successfully, then, do these images fulfill their intention, which is to unite in filling in the frame of the poem In the first two lines Death, personified as a carriage driver, stops for one who could not stop for him. The word “kindly” is particularly meaningful, for it instantly characterizes Death.
This comes with surprise, too, since death is more often considered grim and terrible. The third and fourth lines explain the dramatic situation. Death has in the carriage another passenger, Immortality. Thus, in four compact lines the poet has not only introduced the principal characters metaphorically, but she has also characterized them in part; in addition, she has set the stage for the drama and started the drama moving. It may be noted; in passing, that the phrase, “And Immortality,” standing alone, helps to emphasize the importance of the presence of the second passenger. In the first line of the second stanza, “slowly drove” and “knew no haste” serve to amplify the idea of the kindliness of the driver, as well as the intimacy which has already been suggested by “held just ourselves.” In the fourth line, “For his civility” further characterizes the polite, kindly driver.
The second, third and fourth lines tie in perfectly with the first two lines of the poem: she who has not been able to stop for Death is now so completely captivated by his personality that she has put away everything that had occupied her before his coming. The third stanza contains a series of heterogeneous materials: children, gazing grain, setting sun. But under the poet’s skillful treatment these materials, seemingly foreign to one another, are fused into a unit and reconciled. How Not, obviously, by simply setting them side by side, but by making them all parts of a single order of perception. They are all perceived as elements in an experience from which the onlooker has withdrawn. In its larger meaning this experience is Nature, over which, with the aid of death, the individual triumphs.
“Gazing grain,” shifting “gazing” from the dead woman who is passing to a common feature of Nature at which she is astonished, gives the grain something of the fixity of death itself, although the grain is alive. /586/ This paradox is highly significant in the context of the poem: “grain” symbolizes life, mortality; “gazing” suggests death, immortality. “Setting sun” is no less powerful in its suggestion of the passage of time; and “the school where children played, / Their lessons scarcely done” makes a subtle preparation for it. In the next stanza the house, appearing as a “swelling of the ground,” the roof “scarcely visible” and the cornice, “but a mound,” suggest the grave, a sinking out of sight. “Paused” calls to mind the attitude of the living toward the lowering of a coffin into the ground, as well as other associations with the occurrence of death.
“Centuries” in the last stanza refers, of course, to eternity. “Each feels shorter than the day” ties in with “setting sun” in the third stanza and suggests at the same time the timelessness of eternity. Indeed, an effective contrast between the time of mortality and the timelessness of eternity is made in the entire stanza. “Horses’ heads” is a concrete extension of the figure of the carriage, which is maintained throughout the poem.
The carriage is headed toward eternity, where Death is taking the passenger. The attitude of withdrawal, or seeing with perspective, could not have been more effectively accomplished than it has been by the use of the slowly-moving carriage. Remoteness is fused with nearness, for the objects that are observed during the journey are made to appear close by. At the same time, a constant moving forward, with only one pause, carries weighty implications concerning time, death, eternity. The person in the carriage is viewing things that are near with the perspective of distance, given by the presence of Immortality. The poem could hardly be said to convey an idea, as such, or a series of ideas; instead, it presents a situation in terms of human experience.
The conflict between mortality and immortality is worked out through the agency of metaphor and tone. The resolution of the conflict lies in the implications concerning the meaning of eternity: not an endless stretch of time, but something fixed and timeless, which interprets and gives meaning to /587/ mortal experience. Two seemingly contradictory concepts, mortality and immortality, are reconciled, because several seemingly contradictory elements which symbolize them are brought into reconciliation. The interaction of elements within a poem to produce an effect of reconciliation in the poem as a whole, which we have observed in these analyses, is the outstanding characteristic of “Metaphysical” poetry. This poetry Clean th Brooks defines as that in which “the opposition of the impulses which are united is extreme” or, again, that “in which the poet attempts the reconciliation of qualities which are opposite or discordant in the extreme.” I have no intention of forcing this classification upon the poetry of Emily Dickinson.
Indeed, I have no intention of forcing any classification upon her; I have tried to focus more upon the mechanics of her poetry. It seems fairly clear however, … that she is free from the limitations of the romantic poet, which she is generally mistaken to be. She does not employ metaphor only for illustration or decoration of some “truth,” as the romantic poet usually does. She does not merely introduce an element of paradox, as the romantic poet tends to do; rather she succeeds in bringing it to the surface and in reconciling seemingly contradictory concepts. She does not use disparate materials sparingly and put them down in juxtaposition without blending them, as the romantic poet is often inclined to do.
And her liberty in the use of words would hardly be sanctioned by the typically romantic poet, for fear of being “unpoetic” and not “great” and “beautiful.” The kind of unity, or reconciliation that we have been observing at work in these poems is chiefly responsible for their success. Proof of this is found in the fact that the few poems of Emily Dickinson’s that are not successful show no evidence of the quality; and some others that are only partially successful show less of it. In this sense we are justified in referring to Emily Dickinson as a metaphysical poet. /588/ from “Emily Dickinson’s Poetry: A Revaluation,” The Sewanee Review, LI (Autumn, 1943), 585-588. RICHARD CHASE Emily Dickinson’s poems on death are scattered in clusters through the two volumes which contain her poetic works. Drawn together in one of the several orders that suggest themselves, they constitute a small body of poems equal to the most distinguished lyric verse in English.
She is surely unparalleled in capturing the experience of New England deathbed scenes and funerals. Of this kind the three best poems are “How many times these low feet staggered,”I heard a fly buzz when I died,” and “I felt a funeral in my brain.” Her most successful device in these poems is her juxtaposition of the sense of the mys- /246/ very of death with the sense of particular material stresses, weights, motions, and sounds so that each clarifies and intensifies the other: And then I heard them lift a box, And creak across my soul With those same boots of lead, again. Then space began to toll As all the heavens were a bell, And Being but an ear, And I and silence some strange race, Wrecked, solitary, here. [#280-Poems, 1896, p. 168] Few other writers have expressed such astonishing loneliness as this. The objection has been made that no poet ought to imagine that he has died and that he knows exactly what the experience is like.
The objection does not apply, at any rate, to “I heard a fly buzz,” since the poem does not in the least strive after the unknowable but deals merely with the last sensations of consciousness… /247/ [The differing versions] remind the reader of the textual difficulties in the Dickinson canon which are still to be cleared up. “I heard a fly buzz” has again and again been reprinted in the altered version of the early Todd Higginson editions. This version substitutes “round my form” for “in the room” (second line), preferring an insipidity to an imperfect rhyme.
It reads “The eyes beside” instead of “The eyes around,” substitutes “sure” for “firm,” and says in place of “witnessed in the room,”witnessed in his power.” Both “sure” and “power” have generalized moralistic and honorific connotations which Higginson and Mrs. Todd thought (perhaps rightly) would be more pleasing to late Victorian readers than the poet’s more precise, concrete words. These editors left the fourth stanza intact but wrote the third stanza thus: I willed my keepsakes, signed away What portion of me I Could make assignable-and then There interposed a fly. [#465-Poems, 1896, p. 184] To gain a rhyme, that is, they did not scruple to add the gratuitous and poetically neutral “Could make” and to sacrifice the voiced “s” sound which the poet had provided in “It was.” Higginson and Mrs.
Todd did not publish this poem at all until Poems, Third Series, in 1896. This leads one to conjecture that they thought it unusually awkward in its versification and that, consequently, when they did get around to publishing it, they edited it with unusually free hands. These are questions which can be an- /248/ swe red only by the much desired definitive edition of Emily Dickinson’s work. Of the several poems which describe death as a gentleman visitor or lover the most familiar is also incomparably the best [“Because I could not stop for Death”]…
The only pressing technical objection to this poem is the remark that “Immortality” in the first stanza is a meretricious and unnecessary personification and that the common sense of the situation demands that Immortality ought to be the destination of the coach and not one of the /249/ passengers. The personification of death, however, is unassailable. In the literal meaning of the poem, he is apparently a successful citizen who has amorous but genteel intentions. He is also God.
And though as a genteel citizen, his “civility” may be a little hollow-or even a confidence trick-as God his “civility” is that hierarchic status which he confers upon the poet and for which she gladly exchanges the labor and leisure of the less brilliant life she has been leading. The word “labor” recalls Emily Dickinson’s idea that life is to be understood as the slow labor of dying; now this labor is properly put away. So is the leisure, since a far more desirable leisure will be hers in “eternity.” The third stanza is a symbolic recapitulation of life: the children playing, wrestling (more “labor”) through the cycle of their existence, “in a ring”; the gazing grain signifies ripeness and the entranced and visionary gaze that first beholds the approach of death of which the setting sun is the felicitous symbol. The last two stanzas are hardly surpassed in the whole range of lyric poetry.
The visual images here are handled with perfect economy. All the poem needs is one or two concrete images-roof, cornice-to awake in our minds the appalling identification of house with grave. Even more compelling is the sense of pausing, and the sense of overpowering action and weight in “swelling” and “mound.” This kinaesthetic imagery prepares us for the feeling of suddenly discerned motion in the last stanza, which with fine dramatic tact presents us with but one visual image, the horses’ heads. There are progressively fewer visible objects in the last three stanzas, since the seen world must be /250/ made gradually to sink into the nervously sensed world-a device the poet uses to extraordinary effect in the last stanza of “I heard a fly buzz.” /251/ from Modern Poetry and the Tradition, Chapel Hill: The University of North Carolina Press, 1939. THOMAS H. JOHNSON…
In 1863 Death came into full stature as a person. “Because I could not stop for Death” is a superlative achievement wherein Death becomes one of the great characters of literature. It is almost impossible in any critique to define exactly the kind of reality which her character Death attains, simply because the protean shifts of form are intended to forestall definition. A poem can convey the nuances of exultation, agony, compassion, or any mystical mood. But no one can successfully define mysticism because the logic of language has no place for it. One must therefore assume that the reality of Death, as Emily Dickinson conceived him, is to be perceived by the reader in the poems themselves.
Any analysis can do no more than suggest what may be looked for. In “Because I could not stop for Death” Emily Dickinson envisions Death as a person she knew and trusted, or believed that she could trust. He might be any Amherst gentleman, a William Howland or an Elbridge Bowdoin, or any of the coming lawyers or teachers or ministers whom she remembered from her youth, with whom she had exchanged valentines, and who at one time or another had acted as her squire… /222/ The carriage holds but the two of them, yet the ride, as she states with quiet emphasis, is a last ride together. Clearly there has been no deception on his part. They drive in a leisurely manner, and she feels completely at ease.
Since she understands it to be a last ride, she of course expects it to be unhurried. Indeed, his graciousness in taking time to stop for her at that point and on that day in her life when she was so busy she could not possibly have taken time to stop for him, is a mark of special politeness. She is therefore quite willing to put aside her work. And again, since it is to be her last ride, she can dispense with her spare moments as well as her active ones…
She notes the daily routine of the life she is passing from. Children playing games during a school recess catch her eye at the last. And now the sense of motion is quickened. Or perhaps more exactly one should say that the sense of time comes to an end as they pass the cycles of the day and the seasons of the year, at a period of both ripeness and decline… How insistently “passed” echoes through the [third] stanza! She now conveys her feeling of being outside time and change, for she corrects herself to say that the sun passed them, as it of course does all who are in the grave. She is aware of dampness and cold, and becomes suddenly conscious of the sheerness of the dress and scarf which she now discovers that she wears…
/223/ The two concluding stanzas, with progressively decreasing concreteness, hasten the final identification of her “House.” It is the slightly rounded surface “of the Ground,” with a scarcely visible roof and a cornice “in the Ground.” To time and seasonal change, which have already ceased, is now added motion. Cessation of all activity and creativeness is absolute. At the end, in a final instantaneous flash of memory, she recalls the last objects before her eyes during the journey: the heads of the horses that bore her, as she had surmised they were doing from the beginning, toward-it is the last word-“Eternity.” … Gradually, too, one realizes that Death as a person has receded into the background, mentioned last only impersonally in the opening words “We paused” of the fifth stanza, where his services as squire and companion are over. In this poem concrete realism melds into “awe and circumference” with matchless economy. /224/ from Emily Dickinson: An Interpretive Biography (Cambridge, Mass.
: The Belknap Press of Harvard University, 1955), pp. 222-224. THEODORE C. HOEPFNER A comment by Richard Chase on Emily Dickinson’s “Because I Could not stop for Death,” reads in part as follows: The only pressing technical objection to this poem is the remark that “Immortality” in the first stanza is a meretricious and unnecessary personification and that the common sense of the situation demands that Immortality ought to be the destination of the coach and not one of the passengers. The personification of death, however, is unassailable.
In the literal meaning of the poem, he is apparently a successful citizen who has amorous but genteel intentions. He is also God… The trouble with this remark is that it does not present the common sense of the situation. Emily Dickinson was taught Christian doctrine-not simply Christian morality but Christian theology-and she knew that the coach cannot head toward immortality, nor can one of the passengers. Dickinson here compresses two related but differing concepts: (1) at death the soul journeys to heaven (eternity), and thus the image of the carriage and driver is appropriate; and (2) the soul is immortal, and our immortality, therefore, “rides” always with us as a co passenger; it is with us because the soul is our immortal part and so may be thought of as journeying with us. The poet’s language is compact and oblique, but there is no false personification in it.
Since the soul is one’s true person (essence, not mask).
no personification is needed, except possibly what may be involved in the separable concept of the soul itself. Both immortality and death, however, need personification and are given it. The horses’ heads are toward eternity, but not toward immortality.
Incidentally, why “amorous but genteel” To those who believe in an, afterlife, death may be kind in taking us from a world of proverbial woe into one of equally proverbial eternal bliss; the irony is in the contrast between our fear of death and the kindness of his mission, and it seems unnecessary to call upon an amorous implication. The idea of the “Bride of Christ” may be permissible but it seems far-fetched in the context of the poem as we have it. /96/ from “‘Becasue I Could Not Stop for Death,’ ” American Literature, XXIX (March, 1957), 96. CHARLES R. ANDERSON [Emily Dickinson’s] finest poem on the funeral ceremony [is “Because I could not stop for Death”].
On the surface it seems like just another version of the procession to the grave, but this is a metaphor that can be probed for deeper levels of meaning, spiritual journeys of a very different sort… /241/ At first reading, the orthodox reassurance against the fear of death appears to be invoked, though with the novelty of a suitor replacing the traditional angel, by emphasizing his compassionate mission in taking her out of the woes of this world into the bliss of the next. ‘Death,’ usually rude, sudden, and impersonal, has been transformed into a kindly and leisurely gentleman. Although she was aware this is a last ride, since his ‘Carriage’ can only be a hearse, its terror is subdued by the ‘Civility’ of the driver who is merely serving the end of ‘Immortality.’ The loneliness of the journey, with Death on the driver’s seat and her body laid out in the coach behind, is dispelled by the presence of her immortal part that rides with her as a co-passenger, this slight personification being justified by the separable concept of the soul. Too occupied with life herself to stop, like all busy mortals, Death ‘kindly stopped’ for her. But this figure of a gentleman taking a lady for a carriage ride is carefully underplayed and then dropped after two stanzas.
/242/ The balanced parallelism of the first stanza is slightly quickened by the alliterating ‘labor’ and ‘leisure’ of the second, which encompass vividly all that must be renounced in order to ride ‘toward Eternity.’ So the deliberate slow-paced action that lies suspended behind the poem is charged with a forward movement by the sound pattern, taking on a kind of inevitability in the insistent reiteration of [stanza three]… Here her intensely conscious leave-taking of the world is rendered with fine economy, and instead of the sentimental grief of parting there is an objectively presented scene. The seemingly disparate parts of this are fused into a vivid re-enactment of the mortal experience. It includes the three stages of youth, maturity, and age, the cycle of day from morning to evening, and even a suggestion of seasonal progression from the year’s upspring through ripening to decline. The labor and leisure of life are made concrete in the joyous activity of children contrasted with the passivity of nature and again, by the optical illusion of the sun’s setting, in the image of motion that has come to rest. Also the whole range of the earthly life is symbolized, first human nature, then animate, and finally inanimate nature.
But, absorbed ‘in the Ring’ of childhood’s games, the players at life do not even stop to look up at the passing carriage of death. And the indifference of nature is given a kind of cold vitality by transferring the stare in the dead traveler’s eyes to the ‘Gazing Grain.’ This simple maneuver in grammar creates an involute paradox, giving the fixity of death to the living corn while the corpse itself passes by on its journey to immortality. Then with the westering sun, traditional symbol of the soul’s passing, comes the obliterating darkness of eternity. Finally, the sequence follows the natural route of a funeral train, past the schoolhouse in the village, then the outlying fields, and on to the remote burying ground. In the concluding stanzas the movement of the poem slows almost to a stop, ‘We paused’ contrasting with the successive sights ‘We passed’ in the earlier stages of the journey. For when the carriage arrives at the threshold of the house of death it has reached the spatial limits of mortality.
To say that it ‘passed the Setting Sun’ is to take it out of /243/ bounds, beyond human time, so she quickly corrects herself by saying instead that the sun ‘passed Us,’ as it surely does all who are buried. Then, as the ‘Dews’ descend ‘quivering and chill,’ she projects her awareness of what it will be like to come to rest in the cold damp ground. The identification of her new ‘House’ with a grave is achieved by the use of only two details: a ‘Roof’ that is ‘scarcely visible’ and a ‘Cornice,’ the molding around the coffin’s lid, that is ‘in the Ground.’ But the tomb’s horror is absorbed by the emphasis on merely pausing here, as though this were a sort of tavern for the night. When she wanted to she could invoke the conventional Gothic atmosphere, and without being imitative, as in an early poem: What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes Who is the Landlord Where the maids Behold, what curious rooms! No ruddy fires on the hearth- No brimming Tankards flow- Necromancer! Landlord! Who are these below [#115-Poems, 1891, p. 221] The image of the grave as a ghastly kind of inn is there built up to a climax which blasts all hopes of domestic coziness by the revelation that its landlord is a ‘Necromancer,’ a sorcerer who communicates with spirits.
In the poem under consideration, however, the house of death so lightly sketched is not her destination. That is clearly stated as ‘Eternity,’ though it is significant that she never reaches it… An eminent critic, after praising this as a remarkably beautiful poem, complains that it breaks down at this point because it goes beyond the ‘Limits of Judgment’; in so far as it attempts to experience death and express the nature of posthumous beatitude, he says, it is ‘fraudulent.’ /224/ But in addition to being a hyper-rational criticism, this is simply a failure to read the text. The poem does not in the least strive after the incomprehensible.
It deals with the daily realization of the imminence of death, offset by man’s yearning for immortality. These are intensely felt, but only as ideas, as the abstractions of time and eternity, not as something experienced. Being essentially inexpressible, they are rendered as metaphors. The idea of achieving immortality by a ride in the carriage of death is confronted by the concrete fact of physical disintegration as she pauses before a ‘Swelling in the Ground.’ The final stanza is not an extension of knowledge beyond the grave but simply the most fitting coda for her poem.
In projecting the last sensations of consciousness as the world fades out, she has employed progressively fewer visible objects until with fine dramatic skill she limits herself at the end to a single one, the ‘Horses Heads,’ recalled in a flash of memory as that on which her eyes had been fixed throughout the journey. These bring to mind the ‘Carriage’ of the opening stanza, and Death, who has receded as a person, is now by implication back in the driver’s seat. ‘Since then-’tis Centuries,’ she says, in an unexpected phrase for the transition from time to eternity, but this is a finite infinity; her consciousness is still operative and subject to temporal measurement. All of this poetically elapsed time ‘Feels shorter than the Day,’ the day of death brought to an end by the setting sun of the third stanza, when she first guessed the direction in which these apocalyptic horses were headed. ‘Surmised,’ carefully placed near the conclusion, is all the warranty one needs for reading this journey as one that has taken place entirely in her mind, ‘imagined without certain knowledge,’ as her Lexicon defined it. The last word may be ‘Eternity’ but it is strictly limited by the directional preposition ‘toward.’ So the poem returns to the very day, even the same instant, when it started.
Its theme is a Christian one, yet unsupported by any of the customary rituals and without any final statement of Christian faith. The resolution is not mystical but dramatic. Read in this way the poem is flawless to the last detail, each image precise and discrete even while it is unified in the central motif of the last journey. Yet another level of meaning has suggested itself faintly to two critics. One has described the driver as ‘amorous but genteel’; the other has noted ‘the subtly interfused erotic motive,’ love having frequently been an idea linked with death for the romantic poets. Both of these astute guesses were made without benefit of the revealing /245/ fourth stanza, recently restored from the manuscript.
But even in the well-known opening lines of the poem there are suggestive hints for anyone who remembers that the carriage drive was a standard mode of courtship a century ago. In the period of her normal social life, when Emily Dickinson took part ill those occasions that give youthful love its chance, she frequently went on drives with young gentlemen. Some ten years before the date of this poem, for example, she wrote to her brother: ‘I’ve been to ride twice since I wrote you, … last evening with Sophomore Emmons, alone’; and a few weeks later she confided to her future sister-in-law: ‘I’ve found a beautiful, new, friend.’ The figure of such a prospective suitor would inevitably have come to the minds of a contemporary audience as they read: ‘He kindly stopped for me- / The Carriage held but just Ourselves… .’ Such a young couple likewise would have driven beyond the village limits into the open country and then, romantically, past the ‘Setting Sun.’ Restraint kept her from pushing this parallel to the point of being ludicrous, and the suitor image quickly drops into the background. The love-death symbolism, however, re-emerges with new implications in the now restored fourth stanza, probably omitted by previous editors because they were baffled by its meaning: For only Gossamer, my gown- My Tippet-only Tulle- This is certainly not a description of conventional burial clothes.
It is instead a bridal dress, but of a very special sort. ‘Gossamer’ in her day was not yet applied to fine spun cloth but only to that filmy substance like cobwebs sometimes seen floating in the autumn air, as her Lexicon described it, probably formed by a species of spider. This brings to mind her cryptic poem on the spider whose web was his ‘Strategy of Immortality.’ And by transforming the bridal veil into a ‘Tippet,’ the flowing scarf-like part of the distinctive hood of holy orders, she is properly dressed for a celestial marriage. ‘Death,’ to be sure, is not the true bridegroom but a surrogate, which accounts for his minor role. He is the envoy taking her on this curiously premature wedding journey to the heavenly altar where she will be married to God.
The whole idea of the Bride-of-the-Lamb is admittedly only latent in the text of this poem, but in view of the body of her writings it seems admissible to suggest it as another metaphor for the extension of meanings… /246/ ‘Because I could not stop for Death’ is incomparably the finest poem of this cluster. In it all the traditional modes are subdued so they can, be assimilated to her purposes. For her theme there, as a final reading of its meaning will suggest, is not necessarily death or immortality in the literal sense of those terms. There are many ways of dying, as she once said: Death-is but one-and comes but once- And only nails the eyes- [#561-Poems, 1896, pp.
47-48] One surely dies out of this world in the end, but one may also die away from the world by deliberate choice during this life. In her vocabulary ‘immortal’ is a value that can also attach to living this side of the grave: Some-Work for Immortality- The Chiefer part, for Time- [#406-Further Poems, 1929, p. 5] As an artist she ranked herself with that elite. At the time of her dedication to poetry, presumably in the early 1860’s, someone ‘kindly stopped’ for her-lover, muse, God-and she willingly put away the labor and leisure of this world for the creative life of the spirit.
Looking back on the affairs of ‘Time’ at any point after making such a momentous deci- /248/ sion, she could easily feel ‘Since then-’tis Centuries-‘ Remembering what she had renounced, the happiness of a normal youth, sunshine and growing things, she could experience a momentary feeling of deprivation. But in another sense she had simply triumphed over them, passing beyond earthly trammels. Finally, this makes the most satisfactory reading of her reversible image of motion and stasis during the journey, passing the setting sun and being passed by it. For though in her withdrawal the events of the external world by-passed her, in the poetic life made possible by it she escaped the limitations of the mortal calendar. She was borne confidently, by her winged horse, ‘toward Eternity’ in the immortality of her poems. /249/ from Emily Dickinson’s Poetry: Stairway of Surprise (New York: Holt, Rinehart and Winston, Inc.
, 1960), pp. 241-246 and 248-249. Sharon Cameron Yvor Winters has spoken of the poem’s subject as “the daily realization of the imminence of death-it is a poem of departure from life, an intensely conscious leave-taking.” But in its final claim to actually experience death, Winters has found it fraudulent. There is, of course, a way out of or around the dilemma of posthumous speech and that is to suppose that the entire ride with death is, as the last stanza indicates, a “surmise,” and ” ’tis Centuries-,” a colloquial hyperbole. But we ought not insist that the poem’s interpretation pivot on the importance of this word.
For we ignore its own struggle with extraordinary claims if we insist too quickly on its adherence to traditional limits. In one respect, the speaker’s assertions that she “could not stop for Death-” must be taken as the romantic protest of a self not yet disabused of the fantasy that her whims, however capricious, will withstand the larger temporal demands of the external world. Thus the first line, like any idiosyncratic representation of the world, must come to grips with the tyranny of more general meanings, not the least of which can be read in the inviolable stand of the universe, every bit as willful as the isolate self. But initially the world seems to cater to the self’s needs; since the speaker does not have time (one implication of “could not stop”) for death, she is deferred to by the world (“He kindly stopped for me-“).
In another respect, we must see the first line not only as willful (had not time for) but also as the admission of a disabling fact (could not).
The second line responds to the doubleness of conception.
What, in other words, in one context is deference, in another is coercion, and since the poem balances tonally between these extremes it is important to note the dexterity with which they are compacted in the first two lines. There is, of course, further sense in which death stops for the speaker, and that is in the fusion I alluded to earlier between interior and exterior senses of time, so that the consequence of the meeting in the carriage is the death of otherness. The poem presumes to rid death of its otherness, to familiarize it, literally to adopt its perspective and in so doing to effect a synthesis between self and other, internal time and the faster, more relentless beat of the world. Using more traditional terms to describe the union, Allen Tate speaks of the poem’s “subtly interfused erotic motive, which the idea of death has presented to most romantic poets, love being a symbol interchangeable with death.” It is true that the poem is charged with eroticism whose end or aim is union, perhaps as we conventionally know it, a synthesis of self and other for the explicit purpose of the transformation of other or, if that proves impossible, for the loss of self. Death’s heralding phenomenon, the loss of self, would be almost welcomed if self at this point could be magically fused with other…
death is essence of the universe as well as its end, and the self is wooed and won by this otherness that appears to define the totality of experience. Indeed the trinity of death, self, immortality, however ironic a parody of the holy paradigm, at least promises a conventional fulfillment of the idea that the body’s end coincides with the soul’s everlasting life. But, as in “Our journey had advanced,” death so frequently conceptualized as identical with eternity here suffers a radical displacement from it. While both poems suggest a discrepancy between eternity and death, the former poem hedges on the question of where the speaker stands with respect to that discrepancy, at its conclusion seeming to locate her safely in front of or “before” death. “Because I could not stop for Death,” on the other hand, pushes revision one step further, daring to leave the speaker stranded in the moment of death.
Along these revisionary lines, the ride to death that we might have supposed to take place through territory unknown, we discover in stanza three to reveal commonplace sights but now fused with spectacle. The path out of the world is also apparently the one through it and in the compression of the three images (“the School, where Children strove,”the Fields of Gazing Grain-,”the Setting Sun-“) we are introduced to a new kind of visual shorthand. Perhaps what is extraordinary here is the elasticity of reference, how imposingly on the figural scale the images can weigh while, at the same time, never abandoning any of their quite literal specificity. Hence the sight of the children is a circumscribed one by virtue of the specificity of their placement “At Recess-in the Ring-” and, at the same time, the picture takes on the shadings of allegory. This referential flexibility or fusion of literal and figural meanings is potential in the suggestive connotations of the verb “strove,” which is a metaphor in the context of the playground (that is, in its literal context) and a mere descriptive verb in the context of the implied larger world (that is, in its figural context).
The “Fields of Gazing Grain-” also suggest a literal picture, but one that leans in the direction of emblem; thus the epithet “Gazing” has perhaps been anthropomorphized from the one-directional leaning of grain in the wind, the object of its gazing the speaker herself.
The “Children” mark the presence of the world along one stage of the speaker’s journey, the “Gazing Grain-” marks the passing of the world (its hardening after the speaker as she rides away from it), and the “Setting Sun-” marks its past. For at least as the third stanza conceives of it, the journey toward eternity is a series of successive and, in the case of the grain, displaced visions giving way finally to blankness. But just as after the first two stanzas, we are again rescued in the fourth from any settled conception of this journey. As we were initially not to think of the journey taking place out of the world (and hence with the children we are brought back to it), the end of the third stanza having again moved us to the world’s edge, we are redeemed from falling over it by the speaker’s correction: “Or rather-He passed Us-.” It is the defining movement of the poem to deliver us just over the boundary line between life and death and then to recall us.
Thus while the poem gives the illusion of a one-directional movement, albeit a halting one, we discover upon closer scrutiny that the movements are multiple and, as in “I heard a Fly buzz when I died,” constitutive of flux, back and forth over the boundary from life to death. Despite the correction, “Or rather-He passed Us-,” the next lines register a response that would be entirely appropriate to the speaker’s passing of the sun. “The Dews drew” round the speaker, her earthly clothes not only inadequate, but actually falling away in deference to the sensation of “chill-” that displaces them as she passes the boundary of the earth. Thus, on the one hand, “chill-” is a mere physiological response to the setting of the sun at night, on the other, it is a metaphor for the earlier assertion that the earth and earthly goods are being exchanged for something else. Implications in the poem, like the more explicit assertions, are contradictory and reflexive, circling back to underline the very premises they seem a moment ago to have denied.
Given such ambiguity, we are constantly in a quandary about how to place the journey that, at anyone point, undermines the very certainty of conception it has previously established. [Cameron here inserts an analysis of George Herbert’s “Redemption”] While Dickinson’s representation of the ride with death is less histrionic, it is as insistent in our coming to terms with the personalization of the even and of its perpetual reenactment in the present. For the grave that is “paused before” in the fifth stanza, with the tombstone lying flat against the ground (“scarcely visible-“), is seen from the outside and then (by the transformation of spatial considerations into temporal ones) is passed by or through: “Since then-’tis Centuries-.” The poem’s concluding stanza both fulfills the traditional Christian notion that while the endurance of death is essential for the reaching of eternity, the two are not identical, and by splitting death and eternity with the space of “Centuries-,” chal 1 edges that traditional notion. The poem that has thus far played havoc with our efforts to fix its journey in any conventional time or space, on this side of death or the other, concludes with an announcement about the origins of its speech, now explicitly equivocal: “’tis Cen- tries-and yet / Feels shorter than the Day.” What in “There’s a certain Slant of light” had been a clear relationship between figure and its fulfillment (a sense of perceptive enlightenment accruing from the movement of one to the other) is in this poem manifestly baffling.
For one might observe that for all the apparent movement here, there are no real progressions in the poem at all. If the correction “We passed the Setting Sun- / Or rather-He passed Us-” may be construed as a confirmation of the slowness of the drive alluded to earlier in the poem, the last stanza seems to insist that the carriage is standing still, moving if at all, as we say, in place. For the predominant sense of this journey is not simply its endlessness; it is also the curious back and forth sweep of its images conveying, as they do, the perpetual return to what has been perpetually taken leave of. Angus Fletcher, speaking in terms applicable to “Because I could not stop for Death,” documents the characteristics of allegorical journeys as surrealistic in imagery (as for example, the “Gazing Grain-“), paratactic in rhythm or structure (as indeed we can hear in the acknowledged form of movement: “We passed…
We passed… We passed… Or rather-He passed Us… We Paused… “), and almost always incomplete: “It is logically quite natural for the extension to be infinite, since by definition there is no such thing as the whole of any analogy; all analogies are incomplete, and in completable, and allegory simply records this analogical relation in a dramatic or narrative form.” But while the poem has some of the characteristics of allegory, it nonetheless seems to defy such easy classification. Thus the utterance is not quite allegory because it is not strongly iconographic (its figures do not have a one-to-one correspondence with a representational base), and at the same time, these figures are sufficiently rigid to preclude the freeing up of associations that is characteristic of the symbol.
We recall Coleridge’s distinction between a symbolic and an allegorical structure. A symbol presupposes a unity with its object. It denies the separateness between subject and object by creating a synecdochic relationship between itself and the totality of what it represents; like the relationship between figure and thing figured discussed in the first part of this chapter, it is always part of that totality. Allegory, on the other hand, is a sign that refers to a specific meaning from which it continually remains detached. Through its abstract embodiment, the allegorical form makes the distance between itself and its original meaning clearly manifest. It accentuates the absolute cleavage between subject and object.
Since the speaker in “Because I could not stop for Death” balances between the boast of knowledge and the confession of ignorance, between a oneness with death and an inescapable difference from it, we may regard the poem as a partial allegory. The inability to know eternity, the failure to be at one with it, is, we might say, what the allegory of “Because I could not stop for Death” makes manifest. The ride with death, though it espouses to reveal a future that is past, in fact casts both past and future in the indeterminate present of the last stanza. Unable to arrive at a fixed conception, it must rest on the bravado (and it implicitly knows this) of its initial claim. Thus death is not really civilized; the boundary between otherness and self, life and death, is crossed, but only in presumption, and we might regard this fact as the real confession of disappointment in the poem’s last stanza. from Lyric Time: Dickinson and the Limits of Genre.
Copyright 1979 by The Johns Hopkins UP. Jane Donahue Eber wein Dickinson’s most famous poem spoken from beyond the grave confronts precisely this problem: the assertiveness of the circuit world [“the world of matter and time and intellectual awareness… busyness is the circuit world’s dominant characteristic, industry its major value”] against the claims of complementary vision… The representative of the verse here is a decidedly imaginary person-not Emily Dickinson’s self-projection (which would be of one straining for escape beyond.