Poems by Kenneth Patchen
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Pastoral
... Like honey That dips lazily down into the shadow ...
We Go Out Together In the Staring Town
... flowered labelsEverywhere is a tent where we put on our whirling ...
The Temple
... To leave the earth was my wish, and no will stayed my rising ...
The Rites Of Darkness
... * I squat on my heels, raise my head ...
The Snow Is Deep on the Ground
... And always the lights of heaven glow ...
The Cloth of the Tempest
... I have seen appearances that were not marshalled ...
In Order To
... I did it, I burned away every last trace, I left nothing, nothing ...
The Murder of Two Men by a Young Kid Wearing Lemon-colored Gloves
... Wait. ...
The Deer and the Snake
... These strange priests enter the cathedral of woods ...
‘Be Music, Night’
... Where the towns of heaven lift their breathing spires ...
At the New Year
... s window And there are other bells that we would ring, Father ...
My Generation Reading the Newspapers
... they've read about at breakfast in a restaurant: ...
Eve of St. Agony or The Middleclass Was Sitting on Its Fat
... Maybe it was the beer or because she was only sixteen but I got hoarse ...
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