He has received “a highly coloured post-card .. with its snatches of information on Roman churches, race meetings in England and Ireland, or the train journey from Bergen to Christiania.”
She has received a poem about a glacier.
He asks to read the poem, which he sees as more intimate than a postcard.
‘It’s far too private,’ she told him. ‘I mean,’ she said, ‘you only show your poem to those you want to see it — unless, of course, you throw it wide open to the public.
Patrick White, The Twyborn Affair. (from here)