Iron Spine

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

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11x9" torchworked and kilnformed glass with metal

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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.

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