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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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