Sunday, April 20, 2008

blessed are....

The Temple

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.

I took no pack. I had no horse, no staff, no gun.
I got up a little way and something called me,
'Put your hand in mine. We will seek God together.'
And I answered, 'It is your father who is lost, not mine.'
Then the sky filled with tears of blood, and snakes sang.
Kenneth Patchen (1911-1972) poet, pacifist, painter

to hear joan singing blessed are... click here

photo: entrance to forsyth garden conservancy, sara d. roosevelt park - nyc ~ april 2008


Bobby D. said...

I like K. Patchen so much--I used to have a book of his--but somehow lost it-- off to Amazon to try and replace it...

Anonymous said...

Hey Kimy,

Thanks for stopping by my blog! It does seem we are indeed in the same red state. Maybe it won't be red come November? We can hope. I've been thinking what I'm going to do about my nom de blog just in case (fingers crossed!) Having to change the name of my blog is a sacrifice I'm definitely willing to make.

Thanks for blogrolling me. I'll return the favor!

Happy Sunday!


Phyllis Hunt McGowan said...

I have not heard of this man before- thanks for sharing his name. Those are such powerful words and the biographical description of him at the end: poet, pacifist, painter, sums up what life should be, I think.
I never know what's going to strike me about your posts :) It's always unique.