<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412542" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Doll's House</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The music comes on with the lights,<br>the little opera of emptiness begins, the little<br>dance of no one there —<br>just the rooms exhibited,<br>furniture in them like ideas,<br>a stage set waiting for action out of the blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But no,<br>even the fire in the hearth is neon, warms no one,<br>the drawers in the painted chests,<br>are filled with nothing,<br>the tables loaded with miniature, fake, repasts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s night outside, about to snow, the dollhouse lights are on:<br>you’re in the dark,<br>watching the dollhouse like a thief,<br>pilfering its pockets for a clue to your own life,<br>wafted over by smells of cooking, and silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Inside the dark<br>a flute starts to play, imaginary people come in at the door:<br>invited to stay, they take off their coats,<br>tea is made in a miniature pot — oh,<br>it’s good I hear you say, let’s have crumpets too, and we put them on,<br>you and I, they’re almost crumbs but we toast them,<br>and what kind of jam do you want, I say, on top of the butter,<br>and you say raspberry,<br>and I give it to you, reader,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I give it to you and we both eat.<br>Outside the big house it’s snowing.<br>Applied frost creeps up the sides of the doll house windows,<br>the fake fireplace glows electric,<br>our toy dog sleeps on the rug —</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a hush falls over this small house inside the big house,<br>we sleep in it…<br>I sleep, you sleep, he sleeps, she sleeps…<br>it sleeps, the real,<br>a sleep so delicious, we can dream in it,<br>as in a delirium, without sound…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">windows opening into windows,<br>shoes never walked in at the door<br>that we slip on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ioanna+Carlsen">Ioanna Carlsen</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412542" data-title="Doll's House de Ioanna Carlsen" data-description="The music comes on with the lights, the little opera of emptiness begins, the little dance of no one there — just the rooms exhibited, furniture in them like ideas, a stage set waiting for action out of the blue. But no, even the fire in the he..."></div> </div> </div>

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