Kenneth Patchen

„She Is the Prettiest of Creatures“

She is the prettiest of creatures
All like a queen is she

I have made a paper wheel
And I pin it to her dress

We lie together sometimes
And it is as nice as music
When you are half-asleep

And then we want to cry because
We are so clean and warm
And sometimes it is raining
And the little drops scuttle
Like the feet of angels on the roof

I have made this poem tonight
And I pin it in her hair
For she is the prettiest of creatures
O all like a strange queen is she