EN + ES
Escuchar
419
Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 48
XLVIII.
There's
been
a
death
in
the
house
As
recent
as
today.
I
know
it
by
the
still
look
These
houses
always
have.
The
neighbors
come
and
go,
The
doctor
drives
away.
A
window
opens
like
a
pod,
Quickly,
like
a
machine;
Someone
throws
a
mattress
out,
—
The
children
walk
by
fast;
They
wonder
if
someone
died
on
that,
—
I
wondered
when
I
was
young.
The
minister
goes
in
As
if
the
house
was
his,
And
he
owned
all
the
mourners,
And
little
boys
too;
And
then
the
milliner,
and
the
man
With
the
sad
job,
To
measure
the
house.
There
will
be
a
dark
parade
Of
tassels
and
coaches
soon;
It's
easy
to
see,
—
The
news
travels
fast
In
a
small
town.
||
||
Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — A2 Inglés | Cuentana