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 And seven Marys clean their hands to woo her Foot lifted, dagger-sharp—her ears Poised to their points like a leaf's head But the snake strikes, in a velvet arc Of murderous speed—assassin beautiful As mountain water at which a fawn drank Stand there, forever, while poison works While I stand counting the arms of your Cross Thinking that many Christs could hang there, crying.
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Kenneth Patchen
Kenneth Patchen (December 13, 1911 – January 8, 1972) was an American poet and novelist. He experimented with different forms of writing and inc…
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