I heard a Fly buzz (465)Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886



I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –  The Stillness in the RoomWas like the Stillness in the Air –  Between the Heaves of Storm – The Eyes around – had wrung them dry –  And Breaths were gathering firmFor that last Onset – when the KingBe witnessed – in the Room –  I willed my Keepsakes – Signed awayWhat portions of me beAssignable – and then it wasThere interposed a Fly –  With Blue – uncertain stumbling Buzz –  Between the light – and me –  And then the Windows failed – and thenI could not see to see –