Bright Scythe: Selected Poems by Tomas Transtromer | 
' They switch off the light and its white shade
glimmers for a moment
before dissolving like a tablet
in a glass of darkness.
Then up.
The hotel walls rise into the black sky.
The movements of love have settled,
and they sleep
but their most secret thoughts meet and flow
into each other
on the wet paper of a schoolboy's painting. '
- Tomas Transtromer, THE COUPLE