Forty years rolled back the curtain; Standing at a fragrant door I'm a child, with bright hopes laden Lush with love and life once more. Forty years, the days unravel Softly, evenly as though I were gazing in a doorway Where I stood long, long ago. Just a simple fragrance brought me Back, where all my dreams belong Just a fragrance, and my heart found Laughter I had lost so long. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOWER BOAT by ROBERT FROST ECSTASY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RECOMPENSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IPPOLIT KONOVALOFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IMPRESSIONS OF FRANCOIS-MARIE AROUET (DE VOLTAIRE) by EZRA POUND |