I heard a fly buzz – when I died – #AmericanPoetry

I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –

The Stillness in the Room

Was like the Stillness in the Air –

Between the Heaves of Storm –


The Eyes around – had wrung them dry –

And Breaths were gathering firm

For that last Onset – when the King

Be witnessed – in the Room –


I willed my Keepsakes – Signed away

What portion of me be

Assignable – and then it was

There interposed a Fly –


With Blue – uncertain – stumbling Buzz –

Between the light – and me –

And then the Windows failed – and then

I could not see to see

– Emily Dickinson 

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  1. Great and brilliant composition by a superb poet.

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