Each day I live in a glass room
Unless I break it with the thrusting
Of my senses and pass through
The splintered walls to the great landscape.
"Each Day I Live in a Glass Room," A Reverie of Bone and other Poems (1967)
Each day I live in a glass room
Unless I break it with the thrusting
Of my senses and pass through
The splintered walls to the great landscape.
"Each Day I Live in a Glass Room," A Reverie of Bone and other Poems (1967)