Above is a picture of Emily Dickinson. I thought I would continue on the poetry thread and share a poem of her's that I absolutely love. The poem is called "Dying"Dying
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,
Between the light and me;
And then the windows failed, and then
I could not see to see.
The last stanza really is great : ) It is very interesting how she chooses to focus solely on this fly and its movements with her last conscious thoughts.
What are some of your favorite poems?!
