Sunday, 13 November 2011

A poem by the Dutch writer
Gerrit Krol


The door

I walk down the long passage
in search of the door with my name
until I’m there;
I open in and when on the
inside kick it shut once more.

Oh, the joy of having a door
with Krol on it,
the joy that my existence
in this regard completely tallies.

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