The Man at the Door
--Robert Bly 
Last night in my dreams I took some steps
Underground. It seemed to be a holy place--
Perhaps monks a thousand years ago
Thought there. I had almost forgotten them. 
How could we forget? Well, it's easy.
A guard at the door-- you know the kind,
Those who keep people out-- stopped me.
I began singing, "Hum-du-lah, 
"Hum-du-lah." I couldn't remember
What those words meant.
But the man at the door grew
Light-headed, and let me in.

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