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Doors, Doors, Doors Analysis



Author: poem of Anne Sexton Type: poem Views: 9

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1. Old Man



Old man, it's four flights up and for what?

Your room is hardly bigger than your bed.

Puffing as you climb, you are a brown woodcut

stooped over the thin tail and the wornout tread.



The room will do. All that's left of the old life

is jampacked on shelves from floor to ceiling

like a supermarket: your books, your dead wife

generously fat in her polished frame, the congealing



bowl of cornflakes sagging in their instant milk,

your hot plate and your one luxury, a telephone.

You leave your door open, lounging in maroon silk

and smiling at the other roomers who live alone.

Well, almost alone. Through the old-fashioned wall

the fellow next door has a girl who comes to call.



Twice a week at noon during their lunch hour

they puase by your door to peer into your world.

They speak sadly as if the wine they carry would sour

or as if the mattress would not keep them curled



together, extravagantly young in their tight lock.

Old man, you are their father holding court

in the dingy hall until their alarm clock

rings and unwinds them. You unstopper the quart



of brandy you've saved, examining the small print

in the telephone book. The phone in your lap is all

that's left of your family name. Like a Romanoff prince

you stay the same in your small alcove off the hall.

Castaway, your time is a flat sea that doesn't stop,

with no new land to make for and no new stories to swap.



2. Seamstress



I'm at pains to know what else I could have done

but move him out of his parish, him being my son;



him being the only one at home since his Pa

left us to beat the Japs at Okinawa.



I put the gold star up in the front window

beside the flag. Alterations is what I know



and what I did: hems, gussets and seams.

When my boy had the fever and the bad dreams



I paid for the clinic exam and a pack of lies.

As a youngster his private parts were undersize.



I thought of his Pa, that muscly old laugh he had

and the boy was thin as a moth, but never once bad,



as smart as a rooster! To hear some neighbors tell,

Your kid! He'll go far. He'll marry well.



So when he talked of taking the cloth, I thought

I'd talk him out of it. You're all I got,



I told him. For six years he studied up. I prayed

against God Himself for my boy. But he stayed.



Christ was a hornet inside his head. I guess

I'd better stitch the zipper in this dress.



I guess I'll get along. I always did.

Across the hall from me's an old invalid,



aside of him, a young one -- he carries on

with a girl who pretends she comes to use the john.



The old one with the bad breath and his bed all mussed,

he smiles and talks to them. He's got some crust.



Sure as hell, what else could I have done

but pack up and move in here, him being my son?



3. Young Girl



Dear love, as simple as some distant evil

we walk a little drunk up these three flughts

where you tacked a Dufy print above your army cot.



The thin apartment doors on the way up will

not tell us. We are saying, we have our rights

and let them see the sandwiches and wine we bought



for we do not explain my husband's insane abuse

and we do not say why your wild-haired wife has fled

or that my father opened like a walnut and then was dead.

Your palms fold over me like knees. Love is the only use.



Both a little drunk in the afternoon

with the forgotten smart of August on our skin

we hold hands as if we were still children who trudge



up the wooden tower, on up past that close platoon

of doors, past the dear old man who always asks us in

and the one who sews like a wasp and will not budge.



Climbing the dark halls, I ignore their papers and pails,

the twelve coats of rubbish of someone else's dim life.

Tell them need is an excuse for love. Tell them need prevails.

Tell them I remake and smooth your bed and am your wife.






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