Excerpt
All the speeches of great men, about the dead and about heroes.
Astonishing, awesome words, pursued us even in our sleep,
slipping beneath closed doors, from the banqueting hall
where glasses and voices sparkled, and the veil
of an unseen dancer rippled silently
like a diaphanous, whirling wall
between life and death. This throbbing
our childhood nights, lightening the shadows of shields
etched on white walls by slow moonlight.
