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.
.......seems as if she is saying she caught a glimpse of wealth, warmth and company...as she was passing by...but she would rather be alone cause all is not what it seems...
.......a door opens to another life then closes...amazing read..
A poet's fantasy only could perceive the door on a street that opens to another life, much alien to her. But the fantasy disappears soon enough, and the door is closed. What remains, is the un-ending misery. But, at least this time, this one time, the misery is so enlightened with her new knowledge
A poem of great depth. So thought provoking. Cleverly crafted and executed.
Quite a sensational write.She is comforted as a passerby by an open door which helps her misery.A lesson that there is a need to be open to others
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wonder if she closed the door because she was afraid and backed away. It is hard to say and she is living with the misery.