"I heard a Fly buzz - when I died"
This poem tells of the expierience of death, rather than the contemplation of it, as Dickinson's other peoms did. The fly represents death hanging around, and signals to the speaker that the end is near. The lines "I willed my Keepsakes - Signed away What portions of me be Assignable," tell the reader that the speaker has given up all of her mortal belonging, including her body, over to death. With the line "the Eyes around - had wrung them dry," the reader understands that the speaker does not think that anyone is crying for her death, but rather that there was a "Stillness in the Air-." The death of the speaker seems like a quiet calm occasion where they just breath in and out and their "Widows," or eyes, just close and they can not longer "see to see" what goes on about them. Their time in this life is over. I feel that Dickinson yet again gives death a more peaceful feel. It is just something that happens, there is nothing terrible, or wonderful about it, but it is just the end of this part of the path.
Because I Could Not Stop for Death
Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the
Day I first surmised the
Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the
Day I first surmised the
Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity –
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