And guess he's fucking her and she's

    taking pills or wearing a diaphragm

    I know this is paradise

    Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives——

    Bonds and gestures pushed to one side

    Like an outdated¹ combine harvester

    And everyone young going down the long slide

    To happiness endlessly. I wonder if

    Anyone looked at me forty years back

    An thought That'll be the life；

    No God any more or sweating in the dark

    About hell and that or having to hide

    What you think of the priest. He

    And his lot will all go down the long side

    Like free bloody² birds. And immediately

    Rather than words comes the thought of high windows：

    The sun-comprehending glass

    And beyond it the deep blue air that shows

    Nothing and is nowhere and is endless.