And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love
...on forever's very now we stand.
As small as a world as large as alone.
O to be in finland/ now that russia's here)
And still the mad magnificent herald Spring assembles beauty from forgetfulness with the wild trump of April:witchery of sound and odour drives the wingless thing man forth in the bright air.
-Before leaving my room i turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were.