George Oppen, Discrete Series, 1934 / by Caitlin Murray

The knowledge not of sorrow, you were
     saying, but of boredom
Is—aside from reading speaking
     smoking—
Of what, Maude Blessingbourne it was, 
     wished to know when, having risen, 
"approached the window as to see
     what was really going on":
And saw rain falling, in the distance
     more slowly, 
The road clear form her past the window-
     glass—
Of the world, weather-swept, with which
     one shares the century. 

 

George Oppen, Discrete Series, 1934