-------there is no 'cure'
Of it, a reversalOf some wrong decision------merely
The length of time that has passed
And the accumulation of knowledge.
To say again: the massive heart
Of the present, the presence
Of the machine tools
In the factories, and the young workman
Elated among the men
Is homesick
In that instant
Of the shock
Of the press
In which the manufactured part
New in its oil
On the steel bed is caught
In the obstinate links
Of cause, like the earth tilting
To its famous Summers-----that 'part
of consciousness'...
by George Oppen
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