Kenneth Patchen

Here you will find the Poem Creation of poet Kenneth Patchen

Creation

Wherever the dead are there they are and
Nothing more. But you and I can expect
To see angels in the meadowgrass that look
Like cows -
And wherever we are in paradise
in furnished room without bath and
six flights up
Is all God! We read
To one another, loving the sound of the s?s
Slipping up on the f?s and much is good
Enough to raise the hair on our heads, like Rilke and Wilfred Owen

Any person who loves another person, 
Wherever in the world, is with us in this room -
Even though there are battlefields.