These are the problems which inhabit the imagination
Tincture of opium, redolent eucalyptus balm
The constituent order fails

“Nothing he had done before
   or would try for later”
         will explain or atone

This morning, flakes of sun
peel down to the last snowholds,
the barbed-wire leavings of a war

If your name is on the list of judges
you're one of them
though you fought their hardening

Burnt by lightning    nevertheless
she’ll walk this terra infinita

lashes singed on her third eye 

All in the day that I was born,
I walked across the shouting corn,
I saw the sunlight flash and hail

Chagall’s sweet lovers mounting into blue
Remind me that discovery by two
Of any world the mind can wander through

It was amusing on that antique grass,
Seated halfway between the green and blue,
To waken music gentle and extinct.

Voice
from the grain

of the forest bought

It would have made no difference who
commanded us in those first hours . . .
                                —veteran, invasion of Normandy, 1944