As We Are So Wonderfully Done With Each Other in  General   

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

oh my love, my golden lark, my soft long doll
Your lips have splashed my dull house with print of flowers
My hands are crooked where they spilled over your dear
curving

It is good to be weary from that brilliant work
It is being God to feel your breathing under me

A waterglass on the bureau fills with morning.....
Don't let anyone in to wake us

By Kenneth Patchen

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Other poems by Kenneth Patchen:

• As We Are So Wonderfully Done With Each Other
• Creation
• Fall of the Evening Star
• In the footsteps of the walking air
• Let Us Have Madness
• Pastoral
• Saturday Night in the Parthenon
• The Naked Land
• The Orange Bears
• The Slums
• The Temple
• There Are Not Many Kingdoms Left
• We Go Out Together In the Staring Town
• When We Were Here Together