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TO PURITY I have heard so much about you if you claim to be you I will know it’s not true if you say nothing I will listen as I do with my own old mixed feelings of hope and reservation hearing through them whatever might be you the way I see the white light [...] WAKING WHO KNOWS the great open doors of the tall buildings and the grid of the streets the seed is a place the stone is a place mind will burn the world down alone and transparent will burn the world down tho the starlight is part of ourselves — George Oppen (1908 – 1984), American [...] MONUMENT To exist; to be among things. The art of nerve ends, masseur art Of the blind skin Or the five Senses gone To the one sense, to well being Lacks significance. Or lacks life. The thing By which the mind Sees!——if it wake—— The wooden sills, the grimed past Above the store fronts and [...] TO THE MUSE Nieves Is a girl From Scranton, Pennsylvania, Came to San Francisco To the poetry, the music, the cafes, And art as Turkish Bath. And had been told A grandmother she’s never seen in Mexico. She goes To visit that small village. Grandmother A little woman ninety-two years old Who greets her standing [...] |
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