ami1649 | I heard a fly buzz when I died—what Emily Dickinson says about death @ami1649 | Uploaded October 2019 | Updated October 2024, 1 hour ago.
This poem has been echoing around inside my head, so, on a late-night whim, I decided to make this short recording for some of my thoughts.

The poem:

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 -