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each day we live is a glass room

I

Each day we live is a glass room
Until we break it with the thrusting
Of the spirit and pass through
The splintered walls to the green pastures
Where the birds and buds are breaking
Into fabulous song and hue
By the still waters.

II

Each day is a glass room unless
We break it: but how rare's the day
We have the power to raise the dead
And walk on air to the green pastures!
For the clouded glass, or clay,
Is blind with usage, though the Lord
Walk the still waters.

- Mervyn Peake

Besides his nonsense poems, like 'O'er Seas That Have No Beaches', Peake also wrote a lot of serious poetry. His 'Collected Poems', which only came out in 2008, is a treasure trove for fans of his work.

Written in 1946, soon after WWII, this poem uses imagery from Psalm 23 but repositions it for modern, war-weary, skeptic man. The green pastures and still waters are still there, they're just so much harder to reach...

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