EMILY MONDAY 652 A Prison gets to be a friend — Between its Ponderous face And Ours — a Kinsmanship express — And in its narrow Eyes — We come to look with gratitude For the appointed Beam It deal us — stated as our food — And hungered for — the same — We learn to know the Planks — That answer to Our feet — So miserable a sound — at first — Nor ever now — so... Read more