Kenneth Patchen

Kenneth Patchen

Kenneth Patchen (December 13, 1911 – January 8, 1972) was an American poet and novelist. He experimented with different forms of writing and incorporated painting, drawing, and jazБольше
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In the footsteps of the walking air

In the footsteps of the walking
Sky's prophetic chickens weave their cloth of
And hillsides lift green wings in somber journeying
Night in his soft haste bumps on the shoulders of the

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Be Music Night

Be music, night,
That her sleep may go Where angels have their pale tall choirs Be a hand, sea,
That her dreams may watch Thy guidesman touching the green flesh of the world Be a voice, sky,
That her beauties may be counted And the ...

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Let Us Have Madness

Let us have madness openly
O men Of my generation
Let us follow The footsteps of this slaughtered age: See it trail across Time's dim land Into the closed house of eternity With the noise that dying has, With the face that dead things we...

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The Temple

To leave the earth was my wish, and no will stayed my rising
Early, before sun had filled the roads with
Conveying folk to weddings and to murders;
Before men left their selves of sleep, to

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Saturday Night in the Parthenon

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
Of an up-ended chariot slowly turn

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The Hangmans Great Hands

And all that is this day


The boy with cap slung over what had been a face

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Irkallas White Caves

I believe that a young
Is standing in a circle of
In the other side of the sky
In a little while I must carry her the

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#the1 мин. чтения

The Naked Land

A beast stands at my eye
I cook my senses in a dark fire
The old wombs rot and the new
Approaches with the footsteps of a world

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Do the Dead Know what Time It Is

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
)  Son,
I am going to tell you something  The like of which nobody was ever told

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The Deer And The Snake

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 ...

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In Order To

Apply for the position (I've forgotten now for what) I had to marry the Second Mayor's daughter by twelve noon
The order arrived three minutes of
I already had a wife; the Second Mayor was childless: but I did it
Next they told me t...

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The Slums

That should be
Of course it
Any fool knows that
Even in the winter

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