I love this Kenneth Patchen poem, especially that last line with "the souls of ancient bells in a child’s book". Read it and take it in and see if it doesn’t lower your blood pressure.
Be Music, Night
BY KENNETH PATCHEN
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
4 thoughts on “National Poetry Month — Poetry Friday”
Oh, that’s lovely!
And–my kids really enjoyed Me with You. 🙂
It read like a prayer even before the final stanza. How lovely.
It is much like a prayer. Reverent and hopeful.