Door Poetry
It´s Sunday, darlings, and I feel like poetry. Let´s go to Emily Dickinson (1830–86) and listen to what she has to say in her cycle of poems LIFE (111th)
| A DOOR just opened on a street— |
| I, lost, was passing by— |
| An instant’s width of warmth disclosed, |
| And wealth, and company. |
| The door as sudden shut, and I, |
| I, lost, was passing by,— |
| Lost doubly, but by contrast most, |
| Enlightening misery. |
Did you get it? It´s, if I see clearly, about suddenly getting a glimpse of a better world, which only enhances one´s own misery. The comparison, or rather the knowledge of more out there, now let´s the person feel worse about his own conditions. An impressive door and a view at dusk into someone ´s fancy home can surely evoke not happiness but envy. But we shall try to keep on focusing on beauty alone, beauty, darlings!
A Lockless Door
Darlings, not just photos, let us also be inspired by poetry. Here is a door poem. Pretty mysterious stuff? Source is www.poetry-archive.com
The Lockless Door
Robert Frost (1874-1963)
It went many years,
But at last came a knock,
And I thought of the door
With no lock to lock.I blew out the light,
I tip-toed the floor,
And raised both hands
In prayer to the door.But the knock came again
My window was wide;
I climbed on the sill
And descended outside.Back over the sill
I bade a “Come in”
To whoever the knock
At the door may have been.So at a knock
I emptied my cage
To hide in the world
And alter with age.