The Rites Of Darkness (Kenneth Patchen Poems)
The sleds of the childrenMove down the right slope.To the left, hazed in the tumbling air,A thousand lights smudgeWithin the ...
The sleds of the childrenMove down the right slope.To the left, hazed in the tumbling air,A thousand lights smudgeWithin the ...
We must be slow and delicate; returnthe policeman's stare with some esteem,remember this is not a shadow playof doves and ...
As we are so wonderfully done with each other We can walk into our separate sleep on floors of music ...
Speak softly; sun going down Out of sight. Come near me now. Dear dying fall of wings as birds complain ...
Let us have madness openly. O men Of my generation. Let us follow The footsteps of this slaughtered age: See ...
A beast stands at my eye. I cook my senses in a dark fire. The old wombs rot and the ...
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