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Kenneth Patchen - The Temple
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To leave the earth was my wish, and no will stayed my rising.
Early, before sun had filled the roads with carts
Conveying folk to weddings and to murders;
Before men left their selves of sleep, to wander
In the dark of the world like whipped beasts.

I took no pack. I had no horse, no staff, no gun.
I got up a little way and something called me,
Saying,
`Put your hand in mine. We will seek God together.`
And I answered, `It is your father who is lost, not mine.`
Then the sky filled with tears of blood, and snakes sang.
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