The lights of two bridges
framed in my study window
are more pleasant to me
because more constant to me
than the ornate lit cathedral
across from my hotel in Barcelona.
Let them be my memorial candles
when I am through with this world.
This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 18 Number 3, on page 42
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