Here, where the rivers dredge upthe very stone of Heaven, we name its colors—muttonfat jade, kingfisher jade, jade of appleskin green.

And here, in the glitteringhues of the Flemish Masters, we sample their wine;rest in their windows’ sun-warmth,cross with pleasure their scrubbed tile floors.Everywhere the details leap like fish—bright shardsof water out of water, facet-cut, swift-moving on the myriad bones.