Maybe there is more of the magical
in the idea of a door than in the door
itself. It's always a matter of going
through into something else. But
while some doors lead to cathedrals
arching up overhead like stormy skies
and some to sumptuous auditoriums
and some to caves of nuclear monsters
most just yield a bathroom or a closet.
Still, the image of a door is liminal,
passing from one place into another
one state to the other, boundaries
and promises and threats. Inside
to outside, light into dark, dark into
light, cold into warm, known into
strange, safe into terror, wind
into stillness, silence into noise
or music. We slice our life into
segments by rituals, each a door
to a presumed new phase. We see
ourselves progressing from room
to room perhaps dragging our toys
along until the last door opens
and we pass at last into was.
into stillness, silence into noise or music. We slice our life into segments by rituals, each a door to a presumed new phase. We see. Very fine poem. indeed. tony
ourselves progressing from room to room perhaps dragging our toys along until the last door opens and we pass at last into was. /// I am not sure about the theme of this poem but it seems to me that our barbaric minds made the doors on frontier to close universal humanitarian unity and our narrow hypocrite minds also made the doors of worshiping palaces to close the universal unity souls to souls, feelings to feelings but at the end of our time journey we become on the same stage.
Magical Moments! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
promises and threats. Inside to outside, light into dark, dark into light, cold into warm, known into strange, safe into terror, wind Very good poem. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The metaphor of door as opening or closure is very striking. Are we responsible for the door we open or close?