{"product_id":"g-ber-a-dyrum-51395-46533","title":"I'm knocking on the door #51395","description":"I'm knocking at the door. A poem by Jón úr Vör.\u003cbr\u003e This is the 3rd edition.\u003cbr\u003e A good copy. Signed \"Best thanks for the book\".\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eI'm knocking on the door.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I am a bill collector.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e This morning I rang the doorbell.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e one of the most elegant houses in town.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It is coated on the outside with opal.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and the steps are made of crushed silver rock.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A young girl comes to the door,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e she is wearing a sleeveless morning dress.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It's a maid.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Is the master here?\" I ask.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and celebrate the account.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e -No, he just got out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The voice is prideless and simple.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e -And the lady? I ask.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e with a sigh after a hesitant silence.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e -Neither,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and smiles.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I thank you,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e take off your hat\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and bow down.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e -Hello, I whisper.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e -Hello.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As soon as I close the gate\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I look back quickly,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e she is still standing in the doorway,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e smiles at me with blue eyes\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and red lips.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e So I go from house to house,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e from door to door,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e all day long from morning to evening,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e everywhere unwelcome,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e unwelcome guest\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and the reception accordingly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Like me, a poor collector,\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003enot to blame for the crisis,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e unemployment\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and all the problems\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e the debtors?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And one thing is certain:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e that few are willing to pay,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e most of them penniless,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e at least at first glance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Come tomorrow, my dear,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e they say,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e later,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e in the middle of the week,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e at the end of the month,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e sometime,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e never.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And finally the day is over\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and my roar stopped,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e rest,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e a silent, heavy night.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But my blood does not stop,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e it still beats in time with the whirlwind of the day\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and the street vendor,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e agitated and unstoppable.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And she,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e this beautiful maid,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e who found our kinship\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e in the chaos,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e submission,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e she smiles in my mind,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e laughs in the silence.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Tomorrow?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Who knows what will happen tomorrow?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Maybe something strange,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e something beautiful.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Who knows.\u003cbr\u003e","brand":"Bókin.is","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":51124054720840,"sku":"OSC-46533","price":9500.0,"currency_code":"ISK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0916\/4029\/9848\/files\/51395.jpg?v=1754774852","url":"https:\/\/www.bokin.is\/en\/products\/g-ber-a-dyrum-51395-46533","provider":"bokin.is","version":"1.0","type":"link"}