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Because I could not stop for Death

(4) Base Camp

You can probably leave the ice pick at home. The action in this poem is pretty straightforward. The real meat is the comparison of death to a date in a carriage ride, and the calm attitude of the speaker. Make sure you keep your hiking boots on, though, because the ending is a little bit of a shock.