Emily Dickinson

eh oui, j'avoue, jusqu'à ce matin, j'ignorais Emily Dickinson.

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 Eye 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 –

Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems, Edited by Thomas H. Johnson, Faber and Faber,

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