The self is no mystery, the mystery is / That there is something for us to stand on


The collected poems of George Oppen (ed. 1975)


The self is no mystery, the mystery is / That there is something for us to stand on

The self is no mystery, the mystery is / That there is something for us to stand on

The self is no mystery, the mystery is / That there is something for us to stand on

The self is no mystery, the mystery is / That there is something for us to stand on