“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”

465: I heard a Fly buzz — when I died —
The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1960)

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American poet 1830–1886

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