On this blackish line of shop fronts,
the windows of a cardboard-box maker
are flaming: two schist-lamps pierce
the shadow with a couple of yellow
flames. And, on the other side of the
arcade a candle, stuck in the middle
of an argand lamp glass, casts glistening
stars into the box of imitation jewelry.
The dealer is dozing in her cupboard,
with her hands hidden under her shawl.