Pursuit, pursuit

Today, I came across this incredible poem by American, ‘Objectivist’ poet George Oppen, and wanted to share it with you. Now, more than ever, it feels so relevant.

It’s interesting to note, that Oppen’s books are  more or less out  of print. You can only really buy his books via Amazon, for a fine price.  Though worth every penny.

Leviathan  

Truth also is the pursuit of it
Like happiness, and it will not stand

Even the verse begins to eat away
In the acid. Pursuit, pursuit;

A wind moves a little,
Moving in a circle, very cold.

How shall we say?
In ordinary discourse—

We must talk now. I am no longer sure of the words,
The clockwork of the world. What is inexplicable

Is the ‘preponderance of objects.’ The sky lights
Daily with that predominance

And we have become the present.

We must talk now. Fear
Is fear. But we abandon one another.

George Oppen, “Leviathan” from New Collected Poems. Copyright © 1965 by George Oppen.

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