27-Brielle Stanek

I Died for Beauty, but was Scarce By Emily Dickinson
I died for beauty but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied."
And I for truth,- the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.


Stanza One; She’s in her tomb, dead. She’s trying to adjust from living to being dead.

Stanza Two; A man asked her why did you die. She replied by saying she died for beauty. The man is confused on how she could die for beauty.

Stanza Three; The two are dead, talking in their tombs. They had talked so much that their lips got covered in dirt and you could no longer see their names on their tomb.