Twitter doesn't cut it as a vehicle for poetry. I'm just saying.

It is morning, I awake from a bed of silence,
Shining I rise from the starless waters of sleep.
The walls are about me still as in the evening,
I am the same, and the same name still I keep.
The earth revolves with me, yet makes no motion,
The stars pale silently in a coral sky.
In a whistling void I stand before my mirror,
Unconcerned, and tie my tie.

(from "Senlin" by Conrad Aiken)

I used to think that there was nothing better than the first stanza of that poem. Now I'm older, and I can go all the way to stanza 6.