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 the little boys beside; And then the Milliner, and the man Of the Appaling 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. -Emily Dickinson Emily Dickinson is one of my favorite poets along with t.s. eliot. I read the first few lines of this piece which i loved instantly, the rest is mediocre. Anyhow just thought I'd share somehting i just read this morning. I'm feeling terribly low so I'm retreating to a most depressing poet lately.
I don't like this, I don't mind some of Emily Dickinson...but as you say, it is a mediocre poem, and enough to make anyone depressed! Don't be low...have a hug
