Scene 1. Ted and Sally on a porch overlooking the water in Nice or some other resort. The scene is all yellow and green.

The Schubert is flying
O no crazy Alaska

The thing
to do
Is organize

La mia mamma
Nel tempo in cui ero bambino
Fu una donna

Your poetry is all “culture poetry”
Said Frogs. You don’t know the
Meaning of crap.

There remains only the flutter
Of minute desirable death-pangs
In the high garden once more locked.

By a lane of irises and scarlet mud
going down to the spring to dry it up...

My nails clinging to her black silk net
She drops me, and my forehead strikes
The enchantment of slabs.

Even if the mountain burns itself out, even if the survivors slaughter one another—shepherd, sleep. No matter where. I shall find you.

Between us,
I have seen the air like, to the haphazard foot, the heat
of the motion of the sun.