"Oh, but supposing that i climb
......Alone to a high room of clouds
Up a ladder of the time
And lie upon a bed alone
......And tear a feather from a wing
And listen to the world below
And write round my high paper walls
......Anything and everything
Which I know and do not know!"
{Stephen Spender, from "Song," Collected Poems: 1928-1985}

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