In the Museum at Teheran

a sentimental curator has placed two fragments of bronze Grecian heads together boy and girl so that the faces black- ened by the three thousand years of desert sand & sun seem to be whispering something that the Gurgan lion & the wing- ed dog of Azerbaijan must not hear but I have heard them as I hear you now half way around the world so simply & so quietly more like a child than like a woman making love say to me in that soft lost near and distant voice I’m happy now I’m happy oh don’t move don’t go away.