The Carriage held but just Ourselves --

We passed the School, where Children strove

We passed the Fields of Grazing Grain --

The Dews drew quivering and chill --

We paused before a House that seemed

Since then -- 'tis Centuries -- and yet

I heard a Fly buzz -- when I died --

Was like the Stillness in the Air --

The Eyes around -- had wrung them dry --

For that last Onset -- when the King

I willed my Keepsakes -- signed away

With Blue -- uncertain stumbling Buzz --

And then the Windows failed -- and then

Kept treading -- treading -- till it seemed

Kept beating -- beating -- till I thought

With those same boots of lead, again.

And I and Silence some strange Race

Death Leaves Us Without Any Sense Of Control

Three of Emily Dickinson’s poems, “Because I Could Not Stop For

Death”, “I Heard A Fly Buzz When I Die”, and “I Felt A Funeral In My

Brain” are all about one of life’s few certainties: death. However, that

is where the similarities end. Although the poems were created by the

same poet, they seem to portray very different and distinct views