“The door has closed forevermore
If indeed there ever was a door”
(Bob Dylan in Forgetful heart)
“Why did he choose to come to my door,
the wandering youth, when the day dawned?
As I come in and out I pass by him every time …”
(R.Tagore in the gardener)
"At night when everyone's asleep It must be very late! I creep Softly down the darkened stairs To the big room where we have prayers, And, standing at the window, I watch the Dustman going by. Perched up on his high seat he looks Like charioteers in those old books, And his long coat, when the lights are dim, Makes funny shadows all over him." (S. O'Sullivan in The dustman) Eindhoven (NL)