Saturday, July 31, 2010

Passages: A Door into Sorrow



THE DOOR

When she came suddenly in
It seemed the door could never close again,
Nor even did she close it--she, she--
The room lay open to a visiting sea
Which no door could restrain.

Yet when at last she smiled, tilting her head
To take her leave of me,
Where she had smiled, instead
There was a dark door closing endlessly,
The waves receded.

--Robert Graves