Kenneth Patchen Love Poems
- 1. My Generation Reading The Newspapers
We must be slow and delicate; return
the policeman's stare with some esteem,
remember this is not a shadow play
of doves and geese but this is now
... - 2. The Snow Is Deep On The Ground
The snow is deep on the ground.
Always the light falls
Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.
... - 3. Let Us Have Madness
Let us have madness openly.
O men Of my generation.
Let us follow
The footsteps of this slaughtered age:
... - 4. Fall Of The Evening Star
Speak softly; sun going down
Out of sight. Come near me now.
Dear dying fall of wings as birds
... - 5. The Naked Land
A beast stands at my eye.
I cook my senses in a dark fire.
The old wombs rot and the new mother
... - 6. The Hangman's Great Hands
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
... - 7. In The Footsteps Of The Walking Air
In the footsteps of the walking air
Sky's prophetic chickens weave their cloth of awe
And hillsides lift green wings in somber journeying.
...
