Beyond space as we know it, there shines an innumerable multitude of worlds like ours.
They all whirl and move.
Thirty seven million earths. Nine million five hundred thousand moons.
I cringe and think of the incalculable distances,
Of the millions of dead globes
Gyring about suns already blown out.
I ponder pride.
What's going on beyond the stars?
The ground is dewed.
A woman gives a kiss to a little girl.
Today supper was even more splendid.
A barrel organ is playing away.
There's a mirror hung on the wall.
Come in, come in, the door's wide open.
Pa**ing outside: a shepherd and junk dealer.