Monday, October 20, 2008

a father for no fathers again and another one

No interval of manner
Your body in the sun.
You? A solid, this that the dress

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhinsisted,
Your face unaccented, your mouth a mouth?
jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjPractical knees:
It is you who truly
Excel the vegetable,
The fitting of grasses—more bare than
jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjthat.
Pointedly bent, your elbow on a car-edge
Incognito as summer
Among mechanics.


- George Oppen, from Discrete Series: "Town, a town ..."





I will lift the light out of it too, George.

My goodness.

2 comments:

rachelise said...

I get the sense that you are very invested in your masculinity.

k said...

I don't even know what the hell that means.