"I heard a Fly buzz when I died" is a poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). It is one of her most famous and ambiguous poems, talking about the moment of death from the perspective of a person who is already dead. This death seems to follow standard protocol: the speaker is on their deathbed and surrounded by mourners, and their will is squared away. However, the irritating figure of the fly arrives and undermines the seriousness and gravity of the occasion. Though spoken from the great beyond, the poem offers no easy answers about death, instead casting doubt on religious and social comforts. -- I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form 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. -- Read by Lee Ann Howlett https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-035/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Trieste - Josh Lippi & The Overtimers -- Photos and vids https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:%27At_the_Deathbed%27_by_Edvard_Munch,_1895,_Bergen_Kunstmuseum.JPG Edvard Munch, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons https://pixabay.com/videos/aurora-borealis-northern-lights-90877/ https://pixabay.com/photos/fly-bluebottle-garden-insect-bug-2750566/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Octave_Tassaert_-_Woman_on_her_deathbed.jpg Octave Tassaert, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline ===

"For each ecstatic instant", or "Compensation" is a poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). The poem is a meditation on the cyclical nature of life, and the idea that even in our darkest moments, there is always the possibility of renewal and growth. Emily Dickinson suggests that every ending is also a beginning, and that even in our times of greatest sorrow, there is always the potential for something new and beautiful to emerge. -- For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy. For each beloved hour Sharp pittances of years, Bitter contested farthings And coffers heaped with tears. -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Decision - The Tower of Light -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/videos/aurora-borealis-northern-lights-90877/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/god-cares-caring-angel-comfort-4691902/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"I felt a Funeral in my Brain", is a poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). It is a terrifying poem, as the speaker explores the idea of what it would feel like to be conscious after death. The words and imagery used suggest that perhaps the speaker was talking about the death of her sanity rather than her own physical death. While both interpretations remain viable possibilities, there seems to be greater connections and symbolism that support the idea of the speaker’s experiencing her own actual physical death. -- I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through - And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum - Kept beating - beating - till I thought My mind was going numb - And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of Lead, again, Then Space - began to toll, As all the Heavens were a Bell, And Being, but an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange Race Wrecked, solitary, here - -- Read by Nikolle Doolin https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-003/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Echoes of Time v2 by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1300030 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/videos/aurora-borealis-northern-lights-90877/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/halloween-2019-darkness-chilling-4573173/ https://pixabay.com/photos/grave-cemetery-death-lviv-ukraine-3113898/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Faith is a fine invention" is a short poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). Emily Dickinson attempts to define "Faith". As a keen observer of life, she trusts her senses, and clearly believes in empiricism, favoring "microscopes" (science) over blind faith. This poem also contains a paradox: the speaker says "Faith" is fine when one can see it—that is, use one's senses—but if one can use his or her senses then one doesn't need to rely on faith. By asserting that faith, which is belief in things unseen, is acceptable only when one can see and examine things, she is really saying that blind faith is unacceptable. -- "Faith" is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see-- But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency. -- Read by Christine Lehman https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-156-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Decision - The Tower of Light -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/videos/lines-drops-stars-aurora-night-128849/ https://pixabay.com/vectors/cranium-head-abstract-art-thought-3244101/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/faith-dove-holy-spirit-christianity-4664706/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"I'm Nobody! Who are you?" is a short poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). It is one of Dickinson's most popular poems. It addresses “a universal feeling of being on the outside." It is a poem about "us against them" -- I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us — don't tell! They'd banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog! -- Read by Alan Davis Drake https://librivox.org/im-nobody-by-emily-dickinson/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Atlantean Twilight by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1100322 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ --- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/vectors/man-moon-silhouette-mountain-night-7750139/ https://pixabay.com/illustrations/tree-branches-silhouette-moon-5480239/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Joy in Death" is a short poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). In this poem, Emily Dickinson is saying that if someone dies, why should we be sad when heaven is happy. -- Joy in Death If tolling bell I ask the cause. 'A soul has gone to God,' I'm answered in a lonesome tone; Is heaven then so sad? That bells should joyful ring to tell A soul had gone to heaven, Would seem to me the proper way A good news should be given. -- Read by Michael MacTaggert https://librivox.org/short-poetry-collection-207-by-various/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Mariposa - Quincas Moreira -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/illustrations/man-stairs-heaven-old-man-stairway-5640540/ Soul Carried to Heaven https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:William-Adolphe_Bouguereau_-_Soul_Carried_to_Heaven_(c.1878).jpg William-Adolphe Bouguereau, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons Emily Dickinson https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"There is no Frigate like a Book" is a short poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). Emily Dickinson describes how reading literature transports people to glorious new places in their minds and hearts. The speaker argues that books have the power to bring anyone to faraway “Lands” simply by engaging their imaginations. And this kind of mental travel, the speaker implies, can enrich people’s very souls. -- There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry – This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll – How frugal is the Chariot That bears the Human Soul – -- Read by Karen Golden -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Mariposa - Quincas Moreira -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/videos/background-candles-bible-book-139046/ https://pixabay.com/photos/frigate-sea-ocean-candle-mast-6370365/ Emily Dickinson https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline

"Because I could not stop for Death" is a short poem by the American Poet Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886). -- Read by Paul Mazumdar https://librivox.org/because-i-could-not-stop-for-death-by-emily-dickinson/ -- My channel "Atum" on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4GrfTi1FYF87_wJnPxaSyA My email miladsidky1969@gmail.com Donation via PayPal if you see my content worth watching https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/miladsidkyatum -- CREDITS MUSIC Decision - The Tower of Light -- Photos and vids https://pixabay.com/vectors/cacti-desert-death-valley-dunes-155567/ https://pixabay.com/videos/particles-stars-twinkling-movement-323/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Emily_Dickinson_daguerreotype_(cropped).jpg Original image: unknownderivative work: deerstop., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons -- TEXT: https://cooltext.com/Logo-Design-Outline