Emily Dickinson - Dying

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 portions 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





bir sinegin viziltisini duydum oldugumde
odadaki sakinlik
havadaki sakinlik gibiydi
firtinanin kabartilari arasinda
cevredeki gozler kupkuru olmuslardi
ve solulkar saglamca toplaniyorlardi
o son hamle icin kral
goruldugunde odada
anilarimi biraktim imzali
benim hangi parclarim
verilebilir ve o zaman
araya bir sinek girdi
mavi belirsiz engelleyici bir vizilti
isikla benim aramda
ve sonra pencereler kapandi ve sonra
gormeyi goremedim