Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Peycho Kanev writes



The Funeral

Someone goes out of me
and now I’m alone with my music.
He stands somewhere and speaks
into the light.
His words come slowly to me like treacle.
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 Portrait of the dead Caspar of Uchtenhagen in a coffin
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  1. DuanesPoeTreeAugust 23, 2017 at 4:41 PM

    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 - 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

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