En liten snapshot fra Gamlebyen, tatt da jeg var i Stavanger for tre uker siden.
Death is only an old doorSet in a garden wall
On gentle hinges it gives, at dusk
When the thrushes call
Along the lintel are green leaves
Beyond the light lies still;
Very willing and weary feet
Go over that sill
There is nothing to trouble any heart;
Nothing to hurt at all.
Death is only a quiet door.
In an old wall.