Kenneth Patchen

You, the woman; I, the man; this, the world: And each is the work of all.

— Kenneth Patchen

You, the sought for; I, the seeker; this, the search: Of heart that covers alike the hare and the hunter.

— Kenneth Patchen

You, the village; I, the stranger; this, the road: For the pierced feet on the water and we must not die now.

— Kenneth Patchen

Have you wondered why all the windows in heaven weremusic of war?

— Kenneth Patchen

O my love my dear ladyButterflies!

— Kenneth Patchen

As we are so wonderfully done with each otherlies

— Kenneth Patchen

Your lips have splashed my dull house with print of flowerscurving

— Kenneth Patchen

To leave the earth was my wish, and no will stayed my rising.In the dark of the world like whipped beasts.

— Kenneth Patchen

The animal I wantedWhen I sit like this away from life.

— Kenneth Patchen