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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
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,
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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