After tea we came out into the great brown garden,
dark blinds lowered like eyelids on the windows,
past white columns we went to see the grapes
where sleepy mountains are suffused with airy glass.

...Golden fleece, where are you, golden fleece ?
All the way the heavy seas roared,
and leaving his ship, having tired out the canvas at sea,
Odysseus returned, filled with space and time."

-Osip Mandelstam
stanzas from #24, SELECTED POEMS