Concerning Emily Dickinson and That Fly

 

I hear a Fly buzz when I sit-

To meditate- and think of Emily

And how- put out she may

have been- when that Blue-

Stumbling fly- immortalised 

In her Poem-591

Interposed between her-

And Eternity.

Today-Someone would tell her-

It was doing her a Favour-

Keeping her present-

In the Present-

Where she still was-after all-

But I get it-Emily-

The darn Drone of it

Would turn a dying Saint-

Into a Murderer-

Or at least- a Fly Catcher-

Copyright Cathy Leonard 2026