Kenneth Patchen Reads His Love Poems

Beautiful You Are

Give You a Lantern

Little Birds Sit on Your Shoulder

As Beautiful as the Hands of the Winter Tree

While the Sun Still Spends His Fabulous Money

Oh Now the Drenched Land Wakes

The Great Birds

No I Do Not Deal with Angels

O She Is Lovely-Often

O My Darling Troubles Heaven

We Go Out Together

From My High Love

A Lament for the Unlasting Joys

She Is the Prettiest of Creatures

As She Was This Alone

Be Music, Night

Fall of the Evening Star

She Had Concealed Him

O My Love the Pretty Towns

Creation

The Character of Love Seen As a Search for the Lost

Religion Is That I Love You

23rd Street Runs into Heaven

The Sea Is Awash with Roses

As Frothing Wounds of Roses

For Losing Her Love

The Snow Is Deep on the Ground

As We Are So Wonderfully Done with Each Other