speech after long silence; it is right,all other lovers being estranged or dead,unfriendly lamplight hid under its shade,the curtains drawn upon unfriendly night,that we descant and yet again descantupon the supreme theme of art and song:bodily decrepitude is wisdom; youngwe loved each other and were ignorant.w.b. yeats from words for music perhaps, 1932.to hear jorge luis borges read this, take