Malade - Audiolibro Gratis

IN TROUBLE AND SHAME

         I LOOK at the swaling sunset
         And wish I could go also
     Through the red doors beyond the black-purple bar.

         I wish that I could go
     Through the red doors where I could put off
         My shame like shoes in the porch,
         My pain like garments,
     And leave my flesh discarded lying
     Like luggage of some departed traveller
         Gone one knows not where.

         Then I would turn round,
     And seeing my cast-off body lying like lumber,
         I would laugh with joy.