This is the house of the closet-man. There are no rooms, 
just hallways and closets.
  Things happen in rooms. He does not like things to 
happen . . . Closets, you take things out of closets, 
you put things into closets, and nothing happens . . . 

  Why do you have such a strange house? 

  I am the closet-man, I am either going or coming, and I 
am never sad. 

  But why do you have such a strange house? 

  I am never sad . . .

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Poet: Russell Edson (Russell Edson Art)
Poem: The Reason Why The Closet-Man Is Never Sad
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