Route - George Oppen
' the void eternally generative ' the Wen Fu of Lu Chi 1 Tell the beads of the chromosomes like a rosary, Love in the genes, if it fails We will produce no sane man again I have seen too many young people become adults, young friends become old people, all that is not ours, The sources And the crude bone —we say Took place Like the mass of the hills. 'The sun is a molten mass'. Therefore Fall into oneself—? Reality, blind eye Which has taught us to stare— Your elbow on a car-edge Incognito as summer, I wrote. Not you but a girl At least Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the most beautiful thing in the world, A limited, limiting clarity I have not and never...