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Saturday, 17 August 2013

The Door by Miroslav Holub

Go and open the door.
Maybe outside there’s
a tree, or a wood,
a garden,
or a magic city.

Go and open the door.
Maybe a dog’s rummaging.
Maybe you’ll see a face,
or an eye,
or the picture
of a picture.

Go and open the door.
If there’s a fog
it will clear.

Go and open the door.
Even if there’s only
the darkness ticking,
even if there’s only
the hollow wind,
even if
is there,
go and open the door.

At least
there’ll be
a draught.


From: Holub, Miroslav, Intensive Care. Selected and New Poems, 1996, Oberlin College Press: Oberlin, OH, p. 16.

Date: 1967

By: Miroslav Holub (1923-1998)

Translated by: Jiri (George) Theiner (1926-1988)