Shortbread And Wine On the table sparkle chinks of crystalled disks and ruby pendants.   Stay, limbs folded, looking out at rows of street-lights glistening.   Small dog dozing, deep grey room— in soft-set air we quietly sit.   Pommes de Terre I was standing in the kitchen peeling potatoes, and suddenly felt the earth tugging on my feet, and how I stand! Upright, astonishing! Two small pillars always twitch and check to keep me at this right angle to the floor. And it was so amazing that I wanted to close my eyes in awe of it, but laid…