Tuesday, May 20, 2008

THE DOOR

Too little
Has been said
Of the door, its one
Face turned to the night’s
Downpour and its other
To the shift and glisten of firelight

Air, clasped
By this cover
Into the room’s book,
Is filled by the turning
Pages of dark and fire
As the wind shoulders the panels, or unsteadies that burning

Not only
The storm’s
Breakwater, but the sudden
Frontier to our concurrences, appearances,
And as full of the offer of space
As the view through a cromlech is

For doors
are both frame and monument
to our spent time,
and too little
has been said
of our coming through and leaving by them

(Charles Tomlinson)

2 comments:

Benny Hamonangan Panjaitan said...

cantik bgt potonya, Bu guru..
ajarin dong..8->

Anonymous said...

hebat...
i knew from B