O To Be In Finland/ Now That

N Othi N G Can S Urpas S The M Y Ster Y Of S Tillnes S

-before Leaving My Room I Turn, And (stooping Through The Morning) Kiss This Pillow, Dear Where Our Heads Lived And Were.

Your Head Is A Living Forest Full Of Songbirds.

May My Mind Stroll About Hungry And Fearless And Thirsty And Supple And Even If Its Sunday May I Be Wrong For Whenever Men Are Right They Are Not Young

His Lips Drink Water But His Heart Drinks Wine