We go out together into the staring town
And buy cheese and bread and little jugs with
flowered labels
Everywhere is a tent where we put on our whirling
show
A great deal has been said of the handless serpents
Which war has set loose in the gay milk of our
heads
But because you braid your hair and taste like
honey of heaven
We go together into town to buy wine and
yellow candles.
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aw yes. Here it is. Hallmark! I am telling you. Who can beleive such a thing in this day and age?
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"Because you braid your hair and taste like honey of heaven..." I will never write such awesome words. Many years ago, when my poetry was still mostly inside me and unable to find words, a student teacher compared my work to Kenneth Patchen. I feel honored and somewhat embarrassed by the comparison - embarrassed because my poetry has never reached the complexity of Patchen's. The imagery, concrete and tangible, is amazing to me. I can only hope to one day achieve something that is a shadow of his free verse.
Scott
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