Poem of the Day: The Door by Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin

the door

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Door

When the door opened the lively conversation
Beyond it paused very briefly and then pushed on;
There were sounds of departure, a railway station,
Everyone talking with such hurried animation
The voices could hardly be told apart until one

Rang in a sudden silence: ‘The word when, that’s where you start’–
Then they all shouted goodbye, the trains began to tug and slide;
Joyfully they called while the railways pulled them apart
And the door discreetly closed and turned from a celestial arch
Into merely a door, leaving us cold on the outside.

from The Sun Fish by Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin

 

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