StrasbourgThe yellow and green rose, and the pink rock, The chestnuts blooming, the cobblestone square, Our Lady s tower rising everywhere, Dark timbered fronts; the mechanical clockWhose rooster crows three times for Peter s flock, The Apostles, the old man s and the child s shareOf time aspire I d say to make me stareAnd stop. I praise what I might otherwise mock, The locked contingencies, the stock of losses, Bright liquidity everywhere channeled, A storied cityscape of destiniesAverted as when, turning, a young Turk tossesHis hands in the air and my chest s pummeled, My brother, forgive...