Pace silently across the floor,
To find the beauty behind the cellar door,
All of life!
...Washed up on shore,
Will that lie behind the cellar door?
Excitement and lust,
The bold and the pure,
The hopes that we hold for cellar door,
The depths of the sea,
Or where eagles soar,
Surely, this is behind the cellar door,
Walking more diligently,
Quicker than before,
Towards the tempting cellar door,
Reach for the handle,
This must be the cure!
Turn the handle of that cellar door!
A world of sorrow,
Broken dreams do outpour,
This is what lies beyond the cellar door?
Down the steps,
Searching for something more,
In the darkness behind the cellar door,
Reach through the clouds,
End this gruesome tour!
...Descending the steps from the cellar door,
Hold fast to something,
Hooked by the lure,
Is there more contained by this cellar door?!
Pull on the chain,
Be touched to the core,
By the light that was found...
...at the end of cellar door.
"This famous linguist once said that of all the phrases in the English language, of all the endless combinations of words in all of history, that Cellar Door is the most beautiful." -Karen Pommeroy in Donnie Darko
The "famous linguist" that said this was Mr. J.R.R. Tolkien. There's more to it than I'd care to try to explain through typing...my hands would tire quickly, but in this poem...I was just thinking about life. I was thinking about our expectations of beauty, of the world, our naive perceptions...and what we may not perceive. In our beauty is pain, in our pain is wonder, in our wonder is fear, in our fear is love...this world is a paradox... At the beginning of the poem, expecting beauty turns into disgust upon discovery upon something else...but, after getting past that, pushing through...a light is found. A guide, a beacon, hope, love...but in that light, can't we expect more pain??? I mean, it's said that with great knowledge...well, many things, but one thing is sadness. Knowledge enables people to recognize...many things...yes...I suppose that's all.