Emily Dickenson: dying

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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 —

 

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