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.
.......a door opens to another life then closes...amazing read..
.......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 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.