The fulfillment of their illicit pleasure
is accomplished. They’ve risen from the bed,
and dress themselves quickly without speaking.
They emerge separately, secretly, from the house.
And while
they walk rather uneasily on the street, it seems
as if they suspect that something about them betrays
what kind of bed they’d lain in just before.
Nonetheless, how the artist’s life has gained.
Tomorrow, the day after, or through the years
he’ll write
powerful lines that had their beginning here.
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