Thou still unravish'd bride of plastic tab dividers, Your
paper smelling
crisp as an autumn morn, You coax all my amorphous resolutions — more exercise, better books, a cleaner
house — into ordered form, Every tomorrow «fresh, with no mistakes in it» Yet.
With bulbs
housed in big colorful
paper lanterns, dangly crystal chandeliers, or
crisp modern glass pendants, lighting also can be a focal point on its own.