Finished John Steinbeck's Cannery Row on the tram this morning.

Even now
I know that I have savoured the hot taste of life
Lifting green cups and gold at the great feast.
Just for a small and a forgotten time
I have had full in my eyes from off my girl
The whitest pouring of eternal light...

Black Marigolds, translated from the Sanskrit by E. Powys Mathers.