Where my imaginary line
Bends square in woods, an iron spine
And pile or real rocks have been founded.
And off this corner in the wild,
Where these are driven in and piled,
One tree, by being deeply wounded,
Has been impressed as Witness Tree
And made commit to memory
My proof of being not unbounded.
Thus truth's established and borne out,
Though circumstanced with dark and doubt-
Though by a world of doubt surrounded.
- Beech by Robert Frost
11x9" torchworked and kilnformed glass with metal
Robert Frost being one of my favorite poets, this poem came easily to mind when I was making this piece. So from this poem I acquired the phrase which now services serve as it's title, Iron Spine.