A house in which one knows each room
is not worth living in, a golden bowl.
Lives also must have gaps; assume
you understand the body, not the soul.
In each room should lie hidden treasures
you do not know about to match
the secrets of a life whose pleasures
serendipity can catch.
In Henry James’s “The Golden Bowl” the impoverished Prince Amerigo, showing his mistress Charlotte round his house, the Pallazzo Ugolini, tells her: “A house in which one knows each room is not worth living in.”
8/27/08
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