The Man with the Blue Guitar XIV

First one beam, then another, then

A thousand are radiant in the sky.

Each is both star and orb; and day

Is the riches of their atmosphere.

The sea appends its tattery hues.

The shores are banks of muffling mist.

One sajrs a German chandelier—

A candle is enough to light the world.

It makes it clear. Even at noon

It glistens in essential dark.

At night, it lights the fruit and wine.

The book and bread, things as they are.

In a chiaroscuro where

One sits and plays the blue guitar.