Public Poetry. Emily Dickinson.

I heard a fly Buzz.

Emily Dickinson, 1830 – 1886

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 portions 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 –

FLY FLY