Dolce far niente – The Narrow Door (Fannie Stearns Davis)

Dolce far niente –  Bij de 21e zondag door het jaar


The Narrow Door door Anthony Falbo, 2014

The Narrow Doors

The Wide Door into Sorrow
Stands open night and day.
With head held high and dancing feet
I pass it on my way.

I never tread within it,
I never turn to see
The Wide Door into Sorrow.
It cannot frighten me.

The Narrow Doors to Sorrow
Are secret, still, and low:
Swift tongues of dusk that spoil the sun
Before I even know.

My dancing feet are frozen.
I stare. I can but see.
The Narrow Doors to Sorrow
They stop the heart in me.

Oh, stranger than my midnights
Of loneliness and strife
The Doors that let the dark leap in
Across my sunny life!

Fannie Stearns Davis (30 april 1877 – 15 februari 1930)


Zie voor de schrijvers van de 25e augustus ook mijn blog van 25 augustus 2018.