Beautiful You Are
by Kenneth Patchen

Cathedral evening, tinkle of candles
On the frosted air
Beautiful you are,
Beautiful your eyes, lips, hair

Ah, still they come

Evenings like chalices
Where little roofs and trees drink
Until a rude hand
Shatters them, one by one

O beautiful you are

My own
Land of holiness, unblemished grace
Springtime
In this winter place
O in the candles there
More beautiful
Than any legend’s face

Your eyes, your hair