Kenneth Patchen

Kenneth Patchen (13 December 1911 – 8 January 1972) was an American poet and painter.

Quotes


And each is the work of all.'''
 * '''You, the woman; I, the man; this, the world:
 * "The Character of Love Seen as a Search for the Lost"

And each is the mission of all.''' For greatness is only the drayhorse that coaxes The built cart out; and where we go is reason. But genius is an enormous littleness, a trickling Of heart that covers alike the hare and the hunter.
 * '''You, the sought for; I, the seeker; this, the search:
 * "The Character of Love Seen as a Search for the Lost"

And each is the work of all.''' Then, not that man do more, or stop pity; but that he be Wider in living; that all his cities fly a clean flag... We have been alone too long, love; it is terribly late For the pierced feet on the water and we must not die now.
 * '''You, the village; I, the stranger; this, the road:
 * "The Character of Love Seen as a Search for the Lost"


 * Have you wondered why all the windows in heaven were broken? Have you seen the homeless in the grave of God's hand? Do you want to acquaint the larks with the fatuous music of war?
 * "The Character of Love Seen as a Search for the Lost"


 * O my love my dear lady The world is not very big There is only room for our wonder And the light leaning winds of heaven Are not more sweet or pure Than your mouth on my throat O my love there are larks in our morning And the finding flame of your hands And the moss on the bank of the river And the butterflies And the whirling-mad Butterflies!
 * "'O My Love the Pretty Towns'"


 * As we are so wonderfully done with each other We can walk into our separate sleep on floors of music where the milkwhite cloak of childhood lies
 * "As We Are So Wonderfully Done With Each Other"


 * Your lips have splashed my dull house with print of flowers My hands are crooked where they spilled over your dear curving
 * "As We Are So Wonderfully Done With Each Other"


 * To leave the earth was my wish, and no will stayed my rising. Early, before sun had filled the roads with carts Conveying folk to weddings and to murders; Before men left their selves of sleep, to wander In the dark of the world like whipped beasts.
 * "The Temple"


 * The animal I wanted Couldn't get into the world... I can hear it crying When I sit like this away from life.
 * "'The Animal I Wanted'"