Be music, night, …
Kenneth Patchen
In the shape of this night, in the still fall …
Man-dirt and stomachs that the sea unloads; rockets …
Apply for the position (I've forgotten now for what) I had …
We must be slow and delicate; return …
These of living emanate a formidable light, …
Wait. …
The sleds of the children …
The snow is deep on the ground. …