‘I have come, to thee to tell thee That the sun doth r‑r‑rise apace, That the forest glows and tr-r-rembles In … the fire of … his … embrace. Tell thee I have waked, God damn thee, Wakened under the birch-twigs. …’
(“As it might be under the birch-rods, ha ha!”)
‘Every little bird … is … thirsty,
Says I’m going to … have a drink,
But I don’t … know what to drink. …’
‘Every little bird … is … thirsty, Says I’m going to … have a drink, But I don’t … know what to drink. …’