I laid myself down and slept on the map of Europe,
It creaked and pulled all night and when I rose
In a wide hall to the light of a thundery afternoon
The dreams had bent my body and fused my bones
And a note buzzed over and again and tuned for the night.

-- Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin (from Curtain)



Image: Madonna and Child (detail) by Bernardino Luini