There's an earlier one in which a woman speaks.
It's called "Her Dream House."
Birds cannot fly over it.
It is only as tall as I dictate.
One word from me and the windows open good naturedly,
doors close off the unused rooms.
Or perhaps the cellar loses its water,
I should imagine it would do what imitations I tell it to.
I shall possess it.
And in it we will tend to the doing of the days
with a new sense of righteousness.
Oh, all the order by accident, the coverings
and the pretty pictures, the authenticity of the materials.
And oh, the penny color pronouncements.
I shall work its makers hard, to create an approving environment
for whatsoever I may choose or henceforth be seized by.
Hereafter, let fantasy be exposed
for a common denominator.
For I shall live in this house as the actress of my dreams,
in a house that invites my playing.
And I shall be the first instance of health,
gathering my split dreams under the flag of abandonment.
In a house which loves you, all things are possible."