From An Airplane - Iris Dement
Versts by the hundred, miles by hundreds, hundreds Of dim kilometers beneath our track: Reaches of salt marsh, feather grass that billowed; Beyond, the somber cedar groves showed black. As though, for the first time I saw my country. And, with a pang of recognition, knew: It is all mineāand nothing can divide us, It is my soul, It is my body, too.
Artist: Iris Dement
Title: From An Airplane