I heard a Fly buzz--when I died 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 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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