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As We Are So Wonderfully Done with Each Other

by Kenneth Patchen

As we are so wonderfully done with each other

We can walk into our separate sleep

On floors of music where the milkwhite cloak of childhood lies

O my lady, my fairest dear, my sweetest, loveliest one

Your lips have splashed my dull house with the speech of flowers

My hands are hallowed where they touched over your

       soft curving.

It is good to be weary from that brilliant work

It is being God to feel your breathing under me

A waterglass on the bureau fills with morning . . .

Don’t let anyone in to wake us.