greykit.poetry — Emily Dickinson

• 1896 [emily-dickinson] I heard a Fly buzz—when I died—
  Poems: Third Series

  In the stillness before death, eyes dry, breaths gathering for the last onset — and then a fly interposes with blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz between the light and me, and the windows failed.

  #lyric#death#1890s
• 1891 [emily-dickinson] Hope" is the thing with feathers—
  Poems: Second Series

  Hope — the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, sings without words, and never stops — sweetest in the gale, asking never a crumb of me.

  #lyric#hope#nature#1890s
• 1891 [emily-dickinson] I'm Nobody! Who are you?
  Poems: Second Series

  I'm nobody! Who are you? — if there's a pair of us, don't tell; how dreary to be somebody, how public like a frog to tell your name the livelong day to an admiring bog.

  #lyric#identity#humor#1890s
• 1890 [emily-dickinson] Because I could not stop for Death—
  Poems

  Death comes as a courteous gentleman who drives the poet past schoolchildren at play, gazing grain, and a house that seems a swelling of the ground, until centuries feel shorter than a single day.

  #death#immortality#carriage#eternity#1860s