I She walks in beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright….

(Called ‘The Faultless Painter’) But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down…

Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star,       coupling the ends of streets       to trains…