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Doubleheader: Hurrah for Anything / Poemscapes & A Letter to God PDF

112 Pages·1958·2.92 MB·English
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Copyright © 1958, 1957, 1946 by Kenneth Patchen. All rights reserved. Except for brief passages quoted in a newspaper, magazine, radio, or television review, no part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying and recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the Publisher. Some of the Poemscapes were first printed in Poetry (Chicago) and New Directions 14. Library of Congress catalog card number: 66-17822. New Directions books are published for James Laughlin by New Directions Publishing Corporation, 333 Sixth Avenue, New York 10014. BY KENNETH PATCHEN Aflame and Afun of Walking Faces An Astonished Eye Looks Out Of The Air A Sheaf of Early Poems A Surprise For The Bagpipe-Player Because It Is Before The Brave But Even So Cloth Of The Tempest Doubleheader Fables & Other Little Tales First Will & Testament Glory Never Guesses Hallelujah Anyway Hurrah For Anything Memoirs Of A Shy Pornographer Orchards, Thrones & Caravans Out of the World of Patchen Panels For The Walls Of Heaven Pictures Of Life And Of Death Poemscapes Poems Of Humor & Protest Red Wine & Yellow Hair See You In The Morning Selected Poems Sleepers Awake The Collected Poems of Kenneth Patchen The Dark Kingdom The Famous Boating Party The Journal Of Albion Moonlight The Love Poems of Kenneth Patchen The Teeth Of The Lion They Keep Riding Down All The Time To Say If You Love Someone Translations from the English When We Were Here Together Wonderings FOR MIRIAM DOUBLEHEADER CONTENTS Hurrah for Anything W H E R E ? NEVER LIKE THIS BACK IN MARBLEHEAD BRINGING HOME THE LITTLE BRIDE THE PEACEFUL LIER DON'T TELL ME WE MEET I AM TIMOTHY THE LION TRAVELERS OF NECESSITY FAR OUT WHAT'S THIS I HEAR ABOUT CHARLIE? O! O! I AM THE CHICKEN IT IS THE HOUR WHEN IS A STALKER NOT A STALKER? PERHAPS IT IS TIME THE "GREATER GOOD" WHERE TRIBUTE IS DUE PLAYERS IN LOW SEE ONLY CHERRIES? FLAPjaCKS ON THE PIAzzA ALL THE ROARY NIGHT ONE WHO HOPES HOW COME? WHO CAN TELL? A RIDDLE FOR THE 1ST OF THE MONTH A MORNING IN BIC-BIC .. IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS NEWS FROM BACK OF YONDER DOGS BOATING I WENT TO THE CITY A WORD TO THE SUFFICIENT YES, BLUEBELL, THIS TIME IT IS GOODBYE THE COWBOY WHO WENT TO COLLEGE THE LITTLE MAN WITH WOODEN HAIR THE MAN-AT-A-TABLE THE TAME STREETCAR CONDUCTOR THE WILY CARTOGRAPHER THE CARELESS LITTLE SPY THE FORGETFUL LITTLE COMMUTER THE LITTLE MAN WHO SAW A GRASS THE LOYAL STANLEY STEAMERITE THE OLD BRONCHOBUSTER THE MAN WHO WAS SHORTER THAN HIMSELF THE CELERY-FLUTE PLAYER THE GOGGLE-EYED RABBIT-COUNTER PROMINENT COUPLE BELIEVED PERMANENTLY STUCK TO PORCH ON THE PARKBENCH ON THE PARKBENCH AND WITH THE SORROWS OF THIS JOYOUSNESS AN "IMPRESSION GAZOOM" LIKE I TOLD YOU Poemscapes A Letter to God Poems & Drawings by KENNETH PATCHEN New Directions WHERE? There's a place the man always say Come in here, child No cause you should weep Wolf never catch the rabbit Golden hair never turn white with grief Come in here, child No cause you should moan Brother never hurt his brother Nobody here ever wander without a home There must be some such place somewhere But I never heard of it NEVER LIKE THIS BACK IN MARBLEHEAD For the bed went to bed And the chair sat down Now that was rude, sirs No way for gents to act The parlor floor paced back and forth The wallpaper reached Out a rosy fist And almost decabbaged grandma You kids think that's proper Oh, oh, here comes a hungry-looking potroast That blur was just me coming back for my clothes BRINGING HOME THE LITTLE BRIDE Ah! just beyond that next native but . . See! there's somebody waving now! Oh you'll like my family . . They're an easy ridin' bunch. One time my old dad just stood In. one place Until his suspenders rotted . . Got himself jailed for disturbing the peace. Hi there, Buckets!—she's my ma— Meet Abbybelle . . No, she's not got round legs! This here bit of jazz is called an automobile, stupid!

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