POEM TITLE
There's Been a Death in The
Opposite House
There's been a death in the
opposite house
As lately as today.
I know it by a numb look
Such houses have always.
The neighbors rustle in
and out,
The doctor drives away,
A window Opens like a pod,
Abrupt, mechanically;
Someboday flings a
matterss out,
The children hurry by;
They wonder if it died on that,
I used to when a boy.
The minister goes
stiffly in
As if the house were his,
And he owned all the mourners now,
And little boys besides;
And then the miliner,
and the man
Of the appalling trade,
To take the measure of the house,
There'll be that dark parede
Of tassels and of
coaches soon;
It's easy as a sign.
The intutition of the news
In just a country town
BY Emily Dickinson
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