Question

The view from basement rooms is rather small,
A patch or two of green, a bit of sky,
Children heard but never seen, an old wall,
Two trees, a washing line between, windows
With high curtains to block the outward eye;
It seems that nothing changes, nothing grows,
But suddenly the mind is loosed of chains
And purifies itself before the warm
Mediterranean, which fills the veins,
To make the body beautiful and light-
Heaviness of limbs or soul can mimic calm-
I close the eye to see with better sight.​

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