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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 46
XLVI.
DYING.
I
heard
a
fly
buzz
when
I
died;
The
stillness
around
my
form
Was
like
the
calm
in
the
air
Between
the
waves
of
storm.
The
eyes
beside
had
dried
their
tears,
And
breaths
were
gathering
sure
For
that
final
moment,
when
the
king
Is
witnessed
in
his
power.
I
willed
my
keepsakes,
signed
away
What
part
of
me
I
Could
make
assignable,
—
and
then
There
came
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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