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This poem is taken from PN Review 43, Volume 11 Number 5, May - June 1985.

Passing Through Doorways Frank Kuppner


I

i.
I can no longer remain in this building,
Not after this latest turn of events;
After I have shut the door, my watch says 9.26;
I walk down those few stairs again, determined, above all,
      to pass time.

ii.
Having spent all my life not merely in one city,
But in a tightly circumscribed part of one city,
I find that most of the significant doors in my life
Opened and shut within a few minutes of each other.

iii.
A leisurely evening walk could unite four of them;
Have I really never gone on such a walk before?
It is autumn, and again the sky is completely dark;
It is the wrong time of the evening to have crowds on the
      streets.


II

iv.
After twenty minutes, and hardly more than four
      roads,
I am once again in the street where I was born;
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