Emily Dickinson — Theres been a Death in the Opposite House

There's been a Death, in the Opposite House By: Emily Dickinson There's been a Death, in the Opposite House As lately as Today 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