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The Dove walks with sticky
Upon the green crowns of the almond tree,
Its feathers smeared over with
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That dips lazily down into the shadow…Anyone standing in that orchard.
So filled with peace and sleep,
Would hardly have noticed the
With its three strange wooden
Lifted above a throng of motionless people- Above the helmets of Pilate's
Flashing like silver teeth in the sun.
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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