Bravo! the door is shut.

Now nothing escapes, nothing enters—

I hadn’t moved. I felt the desert

stretching ahead, stretching (it now seems)

on all sides, shifting as I speak,

so that I was constantly

face-to-face with blankness, that

stepchild of the sublime,

which, it turns out,

has been both my subject and my medium.

- Louise Glück