You give me cloudberry jam from Lapland,

Bog amber, snow-line tidbits, scrumptious,

Cloudberries sweetened slowly by the cold,

And costly enough for cloudberry wars

(Diplomatic wars, my dear).

Imagine us

Among the harvesters, keeping our distance

In sphagnum fields on the longest day

W hen dawn and dusk like frustrated lovers

Can kiss, legend has it, once a year.  Ah,

Kisses at our age, cloudberry kisses.

Michael Longley