I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –
I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –
by Emily Dickinson

I heard a Fly buzz – when I died – Analysis

Symbols, Imagery, Wordplay

Welcome to the land of symbols, imagery, and wordplay. Before you travel any further, please know that there may be some thorny academic terminology ahead. Never fear, Shmoop is here. Check out our...

Form and Meter

Iambic MeterWhen you read this poem through, did you notice a certain smooth, even feeling to the lines? That’s because this is actually a really regular, rhythmic poem in some ways…but...

Speaker

Since this speaker is talking about the moment when she (or he) died, it seems safe to assume that she is some kind of ghost or spirit. We think that the way she talks really drives this home. Do y...

Setting

The Room Where the Speaker DiesSo, Ms. Dickinson isn’t a lot of help with the setting. She tells us that we’re in a room, but not a lot else. OK, that’s not really fair. We know t...

Sound Check

We think this poem’s sound is ruled by those little dashes. We get bursts of sound, then a pause, then another burst. It’s like listening to someone flipping through stations on a radio...

What's Up With the Title?

Well, this poem doesn’t actually have a title. Dickinson didn’t publish her poems in her lifetime, and they were found in a drawer after her death, bound up in little handwritten books....

Calling Card

Spooky Topics, Intense Emotions, and Lots o’ DashesEmily Dickinson always sprinkles those funny dashes throughout her poems. As long as the editor left them in, it’s a pretty surefire w...

Tough-O-Meter

(4) Base Camp This shouldn’t be too tough a climb. The main scene is pretty easy to get your head around. Keep an eye out, though, because some of these images are a little mysterious, and mi...

Brain Snacks

Dickinson didn’t get out much. She went to college for a year, took a few trips to Boston, and once went to Philadelphia and Washington. Other than that, she lived all of her 56 years in her...

Sex Rating

GWhat with the fly and all the dying and the crying, we think this poem is way unsexy.

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