There’s been a Death in the opposite house
As lately as today.
I know it by the numb look
Such houses have always.
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 sing,
The intuition of the news
In just a country town.
There’s been a Death in the opposite houseAs lately as today.I know it by the numb lookSuch houses have always.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 inAs 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 paradeOf tassels and of coaches soon; It’s easy as a sing,The intuition of the newsIn just a country town.
การแปล กรุณารอสักครู่..
