Poem September 2, 1972 Issue

IDENTITY

Doris Kerns Quinn

Not self-bound—
but boundless thought;
not matter's pound
of flesh, tentatively sought—
but boundless, boundless
thought.

Not shut indoors
by fears and feeble hopes—
but free to soar
on pure white slopes
of Spirit's
Evermore.

Not trapped in day
or tied to something small
that's called an "I"—
but living in all
space—taller
than total sky.

Doris Kerns Quinn

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