Poems by Kenneth Patchen
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In the footsteps of the walking air
... Night in his soft haste bumps on the shoulders of the abyss ...
Let Us Have Madness
... but We found extended hell and fog Upon the earth, ...
Fall of the Evening Star
... And the earth takes it softly, in natural love&hellip ...
The Naked Land
... What slithers along the watershed of my human sleep ...
Saturday Night in the Parthenon
... A tree grows Out of her side, and gazing through the foliage ...
Do the Dead Know what Time It Is?
... (and I whispered to the girl: I don't have a room, ...
Creation
... ugh to raise the hair on our heads, like Rilke and Wilfred OwenAny person who loves another person, ...
When We Were Here Together
... in the world. And they told the child to starve and to kill the child that was within ...
As We Are So Wonderfully Done With Each Other
... It is being God to feel your breathing under me A waterglass on the bureau fills with morning ...
The Hangman's Great Hands
... .. Somehow the cop will sleep tonight, will make love to his ...
The Slums
... It's quaint. Twelve kids on the fire escape ...
The Orange Bears
... Orange bears with their coats all stunk up with soft coal ...
The Artist's Duty
... solate deceitTo flash his vengeful badge at every abyssTo HAPPENIt is the artists duty to be alive ...
There Are Not Many Kingdoms Left
... early morning.-- Away from this kingdom, from this last undefiled ...
Irkalla's White Caves
... To die in. O blood-bearded destroyer!In other times ...
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