Two poems by Kenneth Patchen
To a Certain Section of our Population
It is ordered now
That you push your beliefs
Up out of the filth high enough
For the inchworm to get their measure.
'For Whose Adornment'
For whose adornment the mouths
Of roses open in langourous speech;
And from whose graces the trees of heaven
Learn their white standing
(I must go now to cash in the milk bottles
So I can phone somebody
For enough money for our supper.)
from Kenneth Patchen/Selected Poems
New Directions Books ©1936 & 1957