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Helsinki set 
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Athenaeum 
nakedness in the north 
must mainly be indoors 
it's warm
where winter warm holds the rain high 
it's like a proof the heating goes 
the roof is snug
all gawk
here's summer on the rocks preserved 
very fin de siècle 
someone has to have rowed them here 
so maidenly recumbent 
and men – you can't tell foreskins – stretch
skating all wool 
for the ice lit moon 
how dour the clad 
all bible and coffin 
their waiting dark under itch 
a kind of dance as if winter set war 
the smoke from a church pours truth 
with women's lust just quietly
is how we are here 
mosquitoes take the summer lake 
let's none of that pictured
a faun awakens
rudely thought 
a shepherdess' surprise 
all spring close knit 
with her and colour 
nakedness is a season beyond 
as if we would yet come to our senses
joy in the limbs 
fleshed forth 
how little of that lasts 
hay day make us to scythe 
well sung 
under the clothes one knows of course 
but too polite to say
this pagan fling – still moment 
of its own eternity
it's as if the dead hand of God's truth would lift
light is an island the sun shows to 
night is surely coming 
 
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