We had seen bare land
And the people bare on it
And men camp
In the city. The lights,
The pavement, this important device
Of a race, I wrote then,
Twenty three years old,
Remains till morning. Nobody knows who died
On the road of that time, of the fact of roads.
I am a man of the Thirties
'no other taste shall change this'
- George Oppen
from New Collected Poems, page 295
Thursday, April 1, 2010
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i am thinking of you two. i hope you are hanging in there and finding ways to feed your souls.
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