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by Emily Dickinson
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 -
Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) was an American poet known for her short, unconventional poems about death, nature, and the inner life.
Makes one wonder ...
What will be our last sight?
Our last hearing?
Our last taste?
And then,
when we awake on the other side ...
What will be our first?
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