The Snow Is Deep on the Ground / Kenneth Patchen

The Snow Is Deep on the Ground

The snow is deep on the ground.
Always the light falls
Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.

This is a good world.
The war has failed.
God shall not forget us.
Who made the snow waits where love is.

Only a few go mad.
The sky moves in its whiteness
Like the withered hand of an old king.
God shall not forget us.
Who made the sky knows of our love.

The snow is beautiful on the ground.
And always the lights of heaven glow
Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.

~~
Kenneth Patchen (1911-1972)
from Collected Poems, 1943

Kenneth Patchen biography

"The Snow is Deep on the Ground" read by Kenneth Patchen. Smithsonian Folkways, 1961

At the New Year / Kenneth Patchen

At the New Year

In the shape of this night, in the still fall
            of snow, Father
In all that is cold and tiny, these little birds
            and children
In everything that moves tonight, the trolleys
            and the lovers, Father
In the great hush of country, in the ugly noise
            of our cities
In this deep throw of stars, in those trenches
            where the dead are, Father
In all the wide land waiting, and in the liners
            out on the black water
In all that has been said bravely, in all that is
            mean anywhere in the world, Father
In all that is good and lovely, in every house
            where sham and hatred are
In the name of those who wait, in the sound
            of angry voices, Father
Before the bells ring, before this little point in time
            has rushed us on
Before this clean moment has gone, before this night
            turns to face tomorrow, Father
There is this high singing in the air
Forever this sorrowful human face in eternity’s window
And there are other bells that we would ring, Father
Other bells that we would ring.

~~
Kenneth Patchen (1911-1972)
from Collected Poems, 1969

Kenneth Patchen biography

"At the New Year," read by The Forthcoming Triumphants