Kenneth Patchen God Poems

  • 1.
    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

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  • 2.
    The old guy put down his beer.
    Son, he said,
    (and a girl came over to the table where we were:
    asked us by Jack Christ to buy her a drink.)
    ...
  • 3.
    The snow is deep on the ground.
    Always the light falls
    Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.

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  • 4.
    Be music, night,
    That her sleep may go
    Where angels have their pale tall choirs

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  • 5.
    The deer is humble, lovely as God made her
    I watch her eyes and think of wonder owned

    These strange priests enter the cathedral of woods
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  • 6.
    I believe that a young woman
    Is standing in a circle of lions
    In the other side of the sky.

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  • 7.
    Tiny green birds skate over the surface of the room.
    A naked girl prepares a basin with steaming water,
    And in the corner away from the hearth, the red wheels
    Of an up-ended chariot slowly turn.
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  • 8.
    To leave the earth was my wish, and no will stayed my rising.
    Early, before sun had filled the roads with carts
    Conveying folk to weddings and to murders;
    Before men left their selves of sleep, to wander
    ...
  • 9.
    Wherever the dead are there they are and
    Nothing more. But you and I can expect
    To see angels in the meadowgrass that look
    Like cows -
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Total 9 God Poems by Kenneth Patchen

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