George Oppen

(1908-1984 / United States)

Who Shall Doubt


consciousness

in itself

of itself carrying

'the principle
of the actual' being

actual

itself ((but maybe this is a love
poem

Mary) ) nevertheless

neither

the power
of the self nor the racing
car nor the lilly

is sweet but this

Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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  • Doren Robbins (12/13/2008 5:29:00 PM)

    Oppen's wording, imagery and structuring of his poems enforces a de-conventionalizing of perceptions. His motive throughout his work, the way he recombines subjects and objects to permeate a deeper, unpredictable and previously unapparent clarity, becomes vivid.

    Doren Robbins

    Read the entire essay, FACETS OF A LIMITED AND LIMITING CLARITY

    at dorenrobbins.com.

    Click under ESSAYS. (Report) Reply

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