There Are Rooms in a Life
There are rooms in a life that may sometimesHave someone in them; but they are guests there.Even when one most loves, one may find,Really, a solitude that begins at this wall,Ends at that wall; the rest is not entirely ours.
As years turn and suns, moons and starsRise up and fall like rain by every windowEven one's hands will shrivel soon enough
Right at the ends of one's arms, as handsOf strangers. But to fret at this discoveryOf emptiness arrived at and emptiness Made clear by moon's dance with water,Sun's dance with dust, by endings never sought
In even that one room that is one's own, isNot worthy of even that we call our life.
All our guests deserve from us restraint.
Little enough we can offer them as it is;In a short while each vacates each room,Feeling for the light switch as each goes.Evening comes. Do not grieve the door.
As years turn and suns, moons and starsRise up and fall like rain by every windowEven one's hands will shrivel soon enough
Right at the ends of one's arms, as handsOf strangers. But to fret at this discoveryOf emptiness arrived at and emptiness Made clear by moon's dance with water,Sun's dance with dust, by endings never sought
In even that one room that is one's own, isNot worthy of even that we call our life.
All our guests deserve from us restraint.
Little enough we can offer them as it is;In a short while each vacates each room,Feeling for the light switch as each goes.Evening comes. Do not grieve the door.
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