Kenneth Patchen

Here you will find the Poem Be Music, Night of poet Kenneth Patchen

Be Music, Night

Be music, night, 
That her sleep may go 
Where angels have their pale tall choirs 

Be a hand, sea, 
That her dreams may watch 
Thy guidesman touching the green flesh of the world 

Be a voice, sky, 
That her beauties may be counted 
And the stars will tilt their quiet faces 
Into the mirror of her loveliness 

Be a road, earth, 
That her walking may take thee 
Where the towns of heaven lift their breathing spires 

O be a world and a throne, God, 
That her living may find its weather 
And the souls of ancient bells in a child's book 
Shall lead her into Thy wondrous house