Kenneth Patchen's Poetry, by written

• The Naked Land

  A beast stands at my eye.
  I cook my senses in a dark fire.

  14 lines
• In the footsteps of the walking air

  In the footsteps of the walking air
  Sky's prophetic chickens weave their cloth of awe

  15 lines, 2 comments
• The Temple

  To leave the earth was my wish, and no will stayed my rising.
  Early, before sun had filled the roads with carts

  11 lines
• Saturday Night in the Parthenon

  Tiny green birds skate over the surface of the room.
  A naked girl prepares a basin with steaming water,

  85 lines
• There Are Not Many Kingdoms Left

  I write the lips of the moon upon her shoulders. In a
  temple of silvery farawayness I guard her to rest.

  15 lines
• Pastoral

  The Dove walks with sticky feet
  Upon the green crowns of the almond tree,

  12 lines, 1 comment
• The Slums

  That should be obvious
  Of course it won't

  26 lines
• Fall of the Evening Star

  Speak softly; sun going down
  Out of sight. Come near me now.

  15 lines
• Irkalla's White Caves

  I believe that a young woman
  Is standing in a circle of lions

  53 lines
• Let Us Have Madness

  Let us have madness openly.
  O men Of my generation.

  15 lines, 1 comment
• The Hangman's Great Hands

  And all that is this day. . .
  The boy with cap slung over what had been a face. ..

  23 lines
• Creation

  Wherever the dead are there they are and
  Nothing more. But you and I can expect

  14 lines, 2 comments
• When We Were Here Together

  when we were here together in a place we did not know, nor one
  another.

  27 lines
• We Go Out Together In the Staring Town

  We go out together into the staring town
  And buy cheese and bread and little jugs with

  12 lines, 2 comments
• The Artist's Duty

  So it is the duty of the artist to discourage all traces of shame
  To extend all boundaries

  46 lines, 7 comments
• As We Are So Wonderfully Done With Each Other

  As we are so wonderfully done with each other
  We can walk into our separate sleep

  13 lines, 3 comments
• Do the Dead Know what Time It Is?

          The old guy put down his beer.
    Son, he said,

  28 lines, 1 comment
• Be Music, Night

  Be music, night,
  That her sleep may go

  24 lines
• Eve Of St. Agony Or The Middleclass Was Sitting On Its Fat

  Man-dirt and stomachs that the sea unloads; rockets
  of quick lice crawling inland, planting their damn flags,

  39 lines
• 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

  32 lines
• My Generation Reading The Newspapers

  We must be slow and delicate; return
  the policeman's stare with some esteem,

  17 lines
• The Cloth Of The Tempest

  These of living emanate a formidable light,
  Which is equal to death, and when used

  46 lines
• The Deer And The Snake

  The deer is humble, lovely as God made her
  I watch her eyes and think of wonder owned

  19 lines
• The Murder Of Two Men By A Young Kid Wearing Lemon-colored Gloves

                              Wait.
  

  40 lines
• The Rites Of Darkness

  The sleds of the children
  Move down the right slope.

  72 lines
• The Snow Is Deep On The Ground

  The snow is deep on the ground.
  Always the light falls

  20 lines

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