By Keith Douglas
(For Antoinette)
The stars still marching in extended order
move out of nowhere into nowhere. Look, they are halted
on a vast field tonight, true no man’s land.
Far down the sky with sword and belt must stand
Orion. For commissariat of this exalted
war-company, the Wain. No fabulous border
could swallow all this bravery, no band
will ever face them: nothing but discipline
has mobilized and still maintains them. So
Time and his ancestors have seen them. So
always to fight disorder is their business,
and victory continues in their hand.
From under the old hills to overhead,
and down there marching on the hills again
their camp extends. There go the messengers,
Comets, with greetings of ethereal officers
from tent to tent. Yes, we look up with pain
at distant comrades and plains we cannot tread.
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I just spent all evening researching laptops because my E key, which has to be pounded to type the letter, is shredding and stabbing my finger each time I type it. My day generally was great: Jules had an early apppointment and came over afterward, since we haven't seen each other literally in years. Meanwhile Cheryl made her way out of snowy Richmond and we all went out to lunch together at California Tortilla.
Jules went home early to miss traffic, we watched some episodes of The Crown, then Cheryl, Paul, and I went to see La La Land after having watched it clean up at the Golden Globes the night before. It was great -- better directed than written, but touching and nostalgic, a few catchy songs and for once I liked all the characters in a movie. Afteward we had dinner with Maddy at Cava. Here are some photos from Lewis Ginter's Gardenfest of Lights:
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