By Emily Dickenson


I heard a Flybuzz--when I died--

The Stillness in the Room

Was like the Stillness in the Air--

Between he 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 imterposed 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--



The line "the stillness in the air between the heaves of the storm" reminds me of Quoyle. It also reminds me of the view from the cliff above the ocean.

Ouoyle is sometimes like that stillness, the quietness between the battering waves, he is unpredictable like the ocean.


Do you know how Quoyle felt when Petal called him stupid, and ugly? It was as if something in his soul had died.