Knock On The Door

By Conrad Potter Aiken

Knock on the door, and you shall have an answer!

     Open the heavy walls to set me free,

     And blow a horn to call me into the sunlight,

     And startled then what a strange thing you shall see!

     Nuns, murderers, and drunkards, saints and sinners,

     Lover and dancing girl and sage and clown

     Will laugh upon you, and you will find me nowhere…

     I am a room, a house, a street, a town.