One time more, my love, the net of light extinguishes br work, wheels, flames, boredoms and farewells, br and we surrender the swaying wheat to night, br the wheat that noon stole from earth and light. br The moon alone in the midst of its clear page br sustains the pillars of Heaven’s Bay, br the room acquires the slowness of gold, br and your hands go here and there preparing night. br O love, O night.