Put one hand
Next to a light-switch
With the other hand
Feeling for the wall.

The thing
to do
Is organize

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

You are my Sweetheart; 
Sang the tin can 
I was sitting on a truck 

Another ribald tale of the good times at Madame Lipsky’s. 
Giorgio Finogle bad come in with an imitation of the latest Russian poet, 
The one who wrote the great “Complaint About the Peanut  Farm” which I read to you last year at Mrs. Riley’s, 

I can’t imagine your not existing; but on the other hand
I could have lived and died without knowing you at all.
What Mayans you had in you! what stinging Aztecs!

I needed to find you and, once having found you, to keep you
You who could make me a physical Larousse
Of everyday living, you who would present me to Gilberte

You separated my hometown from Kentucky
And south of us you deftly touched Indiana. Ohioans drove back over you

Julie, there was the time
You went on the De Grasse with E.E. Coulihan
Unknowing. He, a student, and you, met

First came the age of gold, then silver, steel,
papier-mâché—and now glass: the transparent

briefcase I bought in Rome so you can see