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"The oddity is not that there have been a few extraordinary war poems, but that war poems exist at all."

"On still nights a wall of water fell with a roar a mile off." --The Waves

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"For example shimmer-aquariums
Which are emptied out into a syringe of barking darkrooms
Whose needle smacks its lips
Like the stifled screams of a juggler glancing at a map in which Copernicus is prying
   open a child's fist
Blue as the shape of a dune when it leaves your lips
Years spent wandering in front of a stab"

--Bill Knott, from Nights of Naomi

Hidden Numbers.