Adrienne Rich — Vertigo

As for me, I distrust the commonplace; Demand and am receiving marvels, signs, Miracles wrought in air, acted in space After imagination's own designs. The lion and the tiger pace this way As often as I call; the flight of wings Surprises empty air, while out of clay The golden-gourded vine unwatered springs. I have inhaled impossibility, And walk at such an angle, all the stars have hung their carnival chains of light for me: There is a streetcar runs from here to Mars. I shall be seeing you, my darling, there, Or at the burning bush in Harvard Square.