Appearance distinguishes the party at Stephen's. Over the terrace, down in the street, scooters streak by the methadone clinic. In the next room, a fantastically tall woman lifts a melon-cube to her lips. Her head is ringed with acanthus leaves. A poet is forced to deliver the story of his life in dreamy self-parody.
Smoke blows over the lip of the terrace.
Montale is looking out the window. Piero's Resurrection Of the four, two of the soldiers face the viewer. Theirs are faces belonging to citizens of the world. Even by him. His being is situated in the face, itself tired enough to be abridged to eyes.