Conrad Potter Aiken

(5 August 1889 – 17 August 1973 / Savannah, Georgia)

Knock On The Door - Poem by Conrad Potter Aiken

Knock on the door, and you shall have an answer!
Open the heavy walls to set me free,
And blow a horn to call me into the sunlight,
And startled then what a strange thing you shall see!
Nuns, murderers, and drunkards, saints and sinners,
Lover and dancing girl and sage and clown
Will laugh upon you, and you will find me nowhere…
I am a room, a house, a street, a town.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010



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