A Room Away From Rooms
Madam Sosostris would have told us,
Gazing through her crystal globe:
"Six is the number of venus...
Eight, ruled by stern saturn."
We hadnt much choice with nine either,
How could we choose the war God Mars.
Regret not then my love
The dried up stones and cacti
Of the wasteland.
The thick foliage of your comforting skin
Could very well pass for an oasis.
And the saturnine night could still pass
With intoxicated masquerades.