There's been a death in the opposite house
Emily Dickinson
1830 to 1886
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In just a country town.
I know it by the numb look
To take the measure of the house.
And little boys besides;
Such houses have alway.
They wonder if It died on that, —
The doctor drives away.
I used to when a boy.
Somebody flings a mattress out, —
And he owned all the mourners now,
The neighbors rustle in and out,
Abrupt, mechanically;
The minister goes stiffly in
There's been a death in the opposite house
Of the appalling trade,
A window opens like a pod,
And then the milliner, and the man
Of tassels and of coaches soon;
The children hurry by;
As lately as to-day.
The intuition of the news
There'll be that dark parade
It's easy as a sign, —
As if the house were his,