I wasn't anywhere Nothing happened
They didn't rob the girl in the crowded corridor
The boys coming home didn't sing
VIII
A. thinks - What do I have What do lowe
What kind of court do I choose What do I know and what
must I
If
I know what I want
And will this knowledge last a day week month
And is the Misleading Sea a sea of errors
- The waitress brings the check on a tray
IX
The Head Manager of the poem demands
A reckoning from sleep The longer the better
He - he underlines with stress - is also reckoned
That night I was in Byzantium The present
Account includes a description of my stay
In a city where - I stress - I had been for the first time
Among fire blackened houses
I walked Priests were leaving
The basilica churchyard in a gloomy procession
In the dusky chilly interior
A Gregorian choir sang but made up of children
On the floor lay broken stained-glass windows
A tipsy American was muttering under his breath
Accompanying the Archbishop on the high altar
By the wall springing suddenly a girl
