Poem by Kenneth Patchen
Aug. 10th, 2004 03:27 pmWas looking through some of my old work from the class I took on Adobe Illustrator and came across this poem, which I used in my final project. It is absolutely one of my favorites...
~ My Darling Troubles Heaven With Her Loveliness ~
~ My Darling Troubles Heaven With Her Loveliness ~
My darling troubles Heaven with her loveliness.
She is made of such cloth
That the angels cry to see her
Little gods dwell where she moves,
And their hands open golden boxes
For me to lie in
She is built of lilies and candy doves,
And the youngest star wakens in her hair
She calls me with the music of silver bells
And at night we step into other worlds,
Like birds flying through the red and yellow air
Of childhood
O she touches me with the tips of wonder
And the angels cuddle like sleepy kittens ~~
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Date: 2004-08-10 07:30 pm (UTC)