I look at the swaling sunset br And wish I could go also br Through the red doors beyond the black-purple bar. br br I wish that I could go br Through the red doors where I could put off br My shame like shoes in the porch, br My pain like garments, br And leave my flesh discarded lying br Like luggage of some departed traveller br Gone one knows not where. br br Then I would turn round, br And seeing my cast-off body lying like lumber, br I would laugh with joy.