I heard a Fly buzz – when I died

 

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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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