Painted Poem

Interview with the Floating Man

Kenneth Patchen, 1911-1972

Calligram

Horse

Guilllaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)

Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,

Though foolishly he lost the same,

Decaying more and more,

Till he became

Most poore:

With thee

O let me rise

As larks, harmoniously,

And sing this day thy victories:

Then shall the fall further the flight in me.

My tender age in sorrow did beginne

And still with sicknesses and shame.

Thou didst so punish sinne,

That I became

Most thinne.

With thee

Let me combine,

And feel thy victorie:

For, if I imp my wing on thine,

Affliction shall advance the flight in me.

George Herbert (1593-1633)

Irving Weiss, b. 1921

Pattern Poem with an Elusive Intruder