I now come to almost scientific points.
I always did find it very difficult or impossible
to render anything from the, so to say, "scientific feelings"
from the scientific frustration in poetry.
So the second poem in the microscope
is frequently quoted as my typical scientific poem.
I would say it's as scientific as any other.
But this one is about a real event.
"Distant howling."
"In Alsace, on July 6, 1885, a rabid dog
knocked Joseph Meister down and bit him 14 times.
Meister was the first patient saved by Pasteur vaccine
in 13 gradually increase the doses of the weakened virus.
Pasteur died of ictus 10 years later.
50 years later, the watchman Meister
committed suicide when the Germans
occupied Pasteur's Institute including the poor dogs.
Only the virus never got involved."