And how can we talk of order overall
when the very placement of the stars
leaves us doubting just what shines for whom? Not to speak of the fog's reprehensible drifting!
And dust blowing all over the steppes
as if they hadn't been partitioned!
And the voices coasting on obliging airwaves,
that conspiratorial squeaking, those indecipherable mutters!
Only what is human can truly be foreign.
"Psalm" - Poems New and Collected (1998) - A Large Number (1976)