This is newness: every little tawdryObstacle glass-wrapped and peculiar, Glinting and clinking in a saint's falsetto. Only youDon't know what to make of the sudden slippiness, The blind, white, awful, inaccessible slant. There's no getting up it by the words you know. No getting up by elephant or wheel or shoe. We have only come to look. You are too newTo want the world in a glass hat.
Sylvia Plath