Sitting By The Window Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Sitting by the window

"Come, Karoline, open your door…" I think it is
an old song was written by a soldier in the Napoleonic war
I have never met anyone called Karoline and why
should I remember now seven o'clock in the morning?
I knew of a young woman who always waited by her door
when I came home late, she lived in the house next to mine
Ioften wondered what she was waiting for perhaps she
was a "Karoline" of the modern age.
Come to think of it many women stood in doorways or looked
out of the windows as the was pre-TV time and women
like to see what is going on while the husband is asleep on the sofa.
I have seen many women in seaports like Rotterdam and Hamburg
sitting half-dressed by a big window and dimmed light, they were waiting too
for any man to enter those who did didn`t stay long.
This I think was because none of them was a Karoline.