To build a quiet city in his mind: <br />A single overwhelming wish; to build, <br />Not hastily, for there is so much wind, <br />So many eager smilers to be killed, <br />Obstructions one might overlook in haste: <br />The ruined structures cluttering the past, <br /> <br /> <br />A little at a time and slow is best, <br />Crawling as though through endless corridors, <br />Remembering always there are many doors <br />That open to admit the captured guest <br />Once only. <br />Yet in spite of loss and guilt <br />And hurricanes of time, it might be built: <br /> <br /> <br />A refuge, permanent, with trees that shade <br />When all the other cities die and fade.<br /><br />Weldon Kees<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-build-a-quiet-city-in-his-mind/
