Today is the anniversary of the birth of Emily Dickinson… Having been an English major, I had to read a LOT of Emily Dickinson. She’s very “readable” for those who don’t like poetry…her writing is the style one thinks of when you’re 8 years old and think of a poem. This is one of my favorites…

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 portions 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–