"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

19 February 2019

Emptied.


It went many years, 
But at last came a knock, 
And I thought of the door 
With no lock to lock. 

I blew out the light, 
I tip-toed the floor, 
And raised both hands 
In prayer to the door. 

But the knock came again 
My window was wide; 
I climbed on the sill 
And descended outside. 

Back over the sill 
I bade a "Come in" 
To whoever the knock 
At the door may have been. 

So at a knock 
I emptied my cage 
To hide in the world 
And alter with age.

Robert Frost

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