Monday, May 15, 2006

On this day in literature . . .


~ 1886 ~ Emily Dickinson dies in Amherst, Massachusetts.


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—

(#465, c. 1862)

2 Comments:

Blogger PT2 said...

Is this THE Andrea Ruffner? Just wondering. Come visit my blog sometime when you get the chance....

9:42 AM  
Blogger Andrea said...

It is indeed the one and only Andrea Ruffner!! :-)
I had no idea you had a blog! Congratulations on baby Samuel's arrival -- I hope you and Tracy are adjusting well! I will add your blog to my list and be over to visit often. Tell Tracy I said hello!

3:54 PM  

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