Fall of the Evening Star (Kenneth Patchen Poems)
Speak softly; sun going down Out of sight. Come near me now. Dear dying fall of wings as birds complain ...
Speak softly; sun going down Out of sight. Come near me now. Dear dying fall of wings as birds complain ...
A beast stands at my eye. I cook my senses in a dark fire. The old wombs rot and the ...
There is still the wind that I remember firing the manes of horses, racing, slanting, across the plains, the wind ...
Now this was what Macpherson told While waiting in the stand; A reckless rider, over-bold, The only man with hands ...
The splendour of the kindling day, The splendor of the setting sun, These move my soul to wend its way, ...
Now this was what Macpherson told While waiting in the stand; A reckless rider, over-bold, The only man with hands ...
It is a land with neither night nor day, Nor heat nor cold, nor any wind, nor rain, Nor hills ...
Far to the Northward there lies a land, A wonderful land that the winds blow over, And none may fathom ...
There's blood between us, love, my love, There's father's blood, there's brother's blood, And blood's a bar I cannot pass. ...
Now is the law of the Overland that all in the West obey -- A man must cover with travelling ...
We're away! and the wind whistles shrewd In our whiskers and teeth; And the granite-like grey of the road Seems ...
'Twas in the days of front attack; This glorious truth we'd yet to learn it -- That every "front" has ...
The Boers were down on Kimberley with siege and Maxim gun; The Boers were down on Kimberley, their numbers ten ...
With a jar of wine I sit by the flowering trees. I drink alone, and where are my friends? Ah, ...
Athwart the bed I watch the moonbeams cast a trail So bright, so cold, so frail, That for a space ...
Father of all! In every age, In ev'ry clime ador'd, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
No man hath dared to write this thing as yet, And yet I know, how that the souls of all ...
In this war we're always moving, Moving on; When we make a friend another friend has gone; Should a woman's ...
The Boers were down on Kimberley with siege and Maxim gun; The Boers were down on Kimberley, their numbers ten ...
The boys had come back from the races All silent and down on their luck; They'd backed 'em, straight out ...
The Maoris are a mighty race -- the finest ever known; Before the missionaries came they worshipped wood and stone; ...
Since Christmas they have lived with us, Guileless and clear, Oval soul-animals, Taking up half the space, Moving and rubbing ...
The horizons ring me like faggots, Tilted and disparate, and always unstable. Touched by a match, they might warm me, ...
A smile fell in the grass. Irretrievable! And how will your night dances Lose themselves. In mathematics? Such pure leaps ...
I am a miner. The light burns blue. Waxy stalactites Drip and thicken, tears The earthen womb Exudes from its ...
From my rented attic with no earth To call my own except the air-motes, I malign the leaden perspective Of ...
From whence arrived the praying mantis? From outer space, or lost Atlantis? glimpse the grin, green metal mug at masks ...
NAY, no longer I may hold you, In my spirit's soft caresses, Nor like lotus-leaves enfold you In the tangles ...
My clumsiest dear, whose hands shipwreck vases, At whose quick touch all glasses chip and ring, Whose palms are bulls ...
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