The Narrow Doors
Born 1884
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!
DayPoems Poem No. 1488
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1488.html">The Narrow Doors by Fannie Stearns Davis</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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