It changes me and dwells in me like an oasis more real than my body.
And so I'll share it with you:
From Mark Strand's "The Idea." Please see the whole poem and hear Strand himself read it here.
In the distance, in the frozen reaches, a cabin;
And we stood before it, amazed at its being there,
And would have gone forward and opened the door,
And stepped into the glow and warmed ourselves there,
But that it was ours by not being ours,
And should remain empty. That was the idea.