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By Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) With comment by John Birtwhistle
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.
The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
And breaths were gathering sure
For that last onset, when the king
Be witnessed in his power.
I willed my keepsakes, signed away
What portion of me I
Could make assignable, and then
There interposed a fly,
With blue, …
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Poem first published in Todd M L, ed. Poems by Emily Dickinson, (Boston: Roberts Brothers, Third Series 1896); punctuation normalized for this article.
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