The image of the poet's in the breeze. Canadian geese are flying above the trees. A mist is hanging gently on the lake. my house is very beautiful at night. My friend and teacher occupies a spare room. he's dead at peace at last the wandering Jew. Other friends had put stones on his grave. he was the first great man that I had ever met. Sylvia and I got out our Ouija Board. to dial a spirit across the room it soared. We were happy and amazed at what we saw. blazing stood the proud and regal name Delmore. Delmore I missed all your funny ways. I missed your jokes and the brilliant things you said. My Dedalus to your Bloom was such a perfect wit. and to find you in my house makes things perfect. I really got a lucky life. my writing my motorcycle and my wife. And to top it all off a spirit of pure poetry. is living in this stone and wood house with me. The image of the poet's in the breeze. Canadian geese are flying above the trees. A mist is hanging gently on the lake. our house is very beautiful at night. Our house is very beautiful at night. our house is very beautiful at night. Our house is very beautiful at night.