
“Door to River” by Willem de Kooning
what does it look like
will I know when I’m near
something marbled and sooty
worn saddle of petrified wood
or of cold quarried granite
that’s older than time
is it braced with black
hellfired ironwork rails
or dressed with white flowers
in pots of cerulean blue
which design did the
grim ancient architect
choose for his door
does it blazon my name
bear a lock or stand open the
moment I make
my unwary approach
just a thought
might I slyly avoid
ever stepping too close
being pulled by the hands
reaching out from inside
if I stay where I am
right here in my chair
ever motionless
never again to walk out and about
among perils and pastimes
of life in the living
perhaps this is how I should plan
to cheat death
of my worthwhile
permanent company
From my book Human Waters
Freeze! Cryogenicists cry for you. Love B
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we get a lot of practice here in New Hampshire
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Eyup!
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If that works, I’m trying it, as well. I’m going to sit right here. Great poem.
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appreciate the affirmation
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This is a wonderful poem! It is to bad our aversion to death only brings it closing in our minds and hearts – leave this troubled body behind and finally be free!
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sounds like a better plan
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Profound musings upon a question with no answer…a fine, fine poem
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cheers, mike
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I’m guessing it won’t work! Enjoyed your poem.
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thanks kindly
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How easy it would be to sit and avoid death by never moving…but also never living
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for some, it’s not really a choice – just a hope
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fantastic imagery.
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thanks kindly
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