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 ...
The snow is deep on the ground.Always the light fallsSoftly down on the hair of my belov(Kenneth Patchen)
I write the lips of the moon upon her shoulders. In a temple of silvery farawayness I guard her to ...
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