Having a fascination with the idea of ​​death and dying is often considered morbid. Death is a scary topic that most people avoid thinking about. Yet, death is a topic that Emily Dickinson was familiar with and often wrote about in her poems. His fascination with death was evident in many of his poems, he often wrote about his own death. What happens when you die? How do they feel? What goes through a person's mind? These are all questions that cross someone's mind when they allow themselves to think about death. In two of Dickinson's poems, “Why I Could Not Stop for Death –” and “I Heard the Buzz of a Fly – When I Died,” the speakers describe their experiences with death. Although both poems are about death, they differ in tone and setting. The details of each speaker's encounter with death vary; one tells of a deathbed scene and the other of a calm and peaceful journey to a final resting place. In Dickinson's "Why I Couldn't Stop for Death," the speaker tells of a life too busy to stop living. When the speaker states, “He kindly stopped for me,” it means that death had time to stop and accompany the speaker to his grave (line 2). The speaker realizes that death is kind enough to take the time to come for her, as he recalls in the following lines, And I had put aside even my work and my free time, For his civility- (6- 8). Finally, choosing to stop and take the journey that death offered. In the second stanza, the line, “We drove slowly – He knew no hurry,” portrays death as patient, giving the speaker time to come to terms with death (5). The speaker is on his way to his final resting place, as the following lines suggest: “We passed a house / th...... middle of paper ...... surrounded by grieving loved ones. This poem is also different, as the speaker illustrates the feelings and surroundings while he is dying, describing what is happening as it happens. It's not a memory like the first poem. Although both poems are similar in subject matter, they tell very divergent stories. “Why I Couldn't Stop for Death” had a stronger impact on me. Relating to this poem is easy for me, I couldn't stop myself. Death should chase me, like in a game of tag or hide and seek. This poem was more powerful, unlike "I heard the buzz of a fly - when I died -", dying is not something I can make peace with at this time in my life. I could not go there easily and patiently, as the flies were buzzing above me. As we see from both poems, death comes when he is ready, whether we want it or not. Death cannot be hastened or avoided.