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by Emily Dickinson I died for beauty, but was scarce,Adjusted in the tomb,When one who died for truth was lain,In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed?“For beauty”, I replied,“And I for truth, – the two are one,We brethren are,” he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night,We talked between the rooms,UntilContinue reading “unnamed”

By Emily Dickinson 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 hasteAnd I had put awayMy labor and my leisure too,For His Civility – We passed the School, where Children stroveAt Recess – in the RingContinue reading “Because I could not stop for Death”

By 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 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 –Continue reading “I Heard a Fly Buzz”