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Famous Poems by
Famous Poets :
Part Four: Time and Eternity, CXXX
>> Emily Dickinson <<
THERE’S been a death in the opposite house As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway.
The neighbors rustle in and out, The doctor drives away. A window opens like a pod, Abrupt, mechanically;
Somebody flings a mattress 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 milliner, and the man Of the appalling trade, To take the measure of the house. There ’ll be that dark parade
Of tassels and of coaches soon; It ’s easy as a sign,— The intuition of the news In just a country town.
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