Sometimes perishing becomes beauty

As first entry I've chosen a poem of E. Dickinson who wrote about rare issues by using a peculiar style with what might be even considered disgusting images. It should be taken into account that she was born in 1830 and died in 1886 which adds a difficulty in order to talk about some topics at that time, and being woman doubles it.

 

Many of her titles are the first line of the poem itself, and this occurs on this one. It is entitled I heard a fly buzz when I died.  Obviously, it talks about death, depicting a corpse... it can even be smelt before the image of a fly buzzing around it. No doubt, it 's quite gothic...enjoy it :P

 

 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.

Emily Dickinson

 

 

 

 

 

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