All Poems
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Pastoral
© Kenneth Patchen
The Dove walks with sticky feet
Upon the green crowns of the almond tree,
Its feathers smeared over with warmth
Like honey
That dips lazily down into the shadow ...
Irkalla's White Caves
© Kenneth Patchen
I believe that a young woman
Is standing in a circle of lions
In the other side of the sky.
To Put One Brick Upon Another
© Philip Larkin
To put one brick upon another,
Add a third and then a forth,
Leaves no time to wonder whether
What you do has any worth.
There Are Not Many Kingdoms Left
© Kenneth Patchen
For her bed I write a stillness over all the swans of the
world. With the morning breath of the snow leopard I
cover her against any hurt.
The Artist's Duty
© Kenneth Patchen
To verify the irrational
To exaggerate all things
To inhibit everyone
To lubricate each proportion
To experience only experience
"As the inhastening tide doth roll"
© Alice Meynell
As the inhastening tide doth roll,
Dear and desired, along the whole
Wide shining strand, and floods the caves,
Your love comes filling with happy waves
The open sea-shore of my soul.
The Orange Bears
© Kenneth Patchen
I remember you would put daisies
On the windowsill at night and in
The morning they'd be so covered with soot
You couldn't tell what they were anymore.
Teignmouth: "Some Doggerel," Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon
© John Keats
I.
Here all the summer could I stay,
For there's Bishop's teign
And King's teign
The Slums
© Kenneth Patchen
That should be obvious
Of course it won't
Any fool knows that.
Even in the winter.
A Saxon Song
© Victoria Mary Sackville-West
Tools with the comely names,
Mattock and scythe and spade,
Couth and bitter as flames,
Clean, and bowed in the blade,--
A man and his tools make a man and his trade.
Recollections of Our Native Valley
© Gerald Griffin
Know ye not that lovely river?
Know ye not that smiling river?
The Hangman's Great Hands
© Kenneth Patchen
And all that is this day. . .
The boy with cap slung over what had been a face. .. Somehow the cop will sleep tonight, will make love to his
wife...
Anger won't help. I was born angry. Angry that my father was
Familiarity Dangerous
© William Cowper
As in her ancient mistress lap
The youthful tabby lay,
They gave each other many a tap,
Alike disposed to play.
As We Are So Wonderfully Done With Each Other
© Kenneth Patchen
As we are so wonderfully done with each other
We can walk into our separate sleep
on floors of music where the milkwhite cloak of childhood
lies
On The Margins Of A Poem
© Jirí Mordechai Langer
The poem
that I chose for you
is simple,
as are all my singing poems.
As it was in the Beginning
© Henry Lawson
As it used to be in past times, in the future so it must,
We shall find him stretching forward with his face down in the dust,
All his wounds in front, and hiddenblood to earth, and back to sky,
When pale women pray in private, and strong men go out to die.
When We Were Here Together
© Kenneth Patchen
when we were here together in a place we did not know, nor one
another.
A bit of grass held between the teeth for a moment, bright hair on the
wind.
Creation
© Kenneth Patchen
Any person who loves another person,
Wherever in the world, is with us in this room -
Even though there are battlefields.
