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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 48
XLVIII.
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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