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Richard Hoffman: Refugee
A man carries his door, the door of his house, because when the war is over he is going home where he will hang it on its hinges and lock it, tight, while he tries to remember the word for welcome. If his house is gone when he returns, he will raise it from rubble around this door. If he cannot return, the door will remember the rest of the house so he can build it again, elsewhere. And if he cannot go on, his door can be a pallet for his rest, a stretcher to carry him, his shade from sun, his shield.
From Gold Star Road, Barrow Street Press, 2007 Richard Hoffman's four books of poetry are Without Paradise; Gold Star Road; Emblem; and Noon until Night. His other books include the memoirs Half the House and Love & Fury, and the story collection Interference and Other Stories.
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There is no where like home… but sometimes this door becomes very heavy… and holding on to the dream of going back, as life continues and gets more complicated, becomes harder and harder… I am still carrying my door… but I wonder if I will ever be free if I don’t let go…
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Thank you for this.
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Thank you, Richard.
Lovely.
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Stunning, my friend!!
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Love this. Are we all carrying our doors? Should we?
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In a sense, we take our homes with us, don’t we?
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A Classic, Richard! Thank you! -rg
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I agree!
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