Wherever the dead are there they are and <br />Nothing more. But you and I can expect <br />To see angels in the meadowgrass that look <br />Like cows - <br />And wherever we are in paradise <br />in furnished room without bath and <br />six flights up <br />Is all God! We read <br />To one another, loving the sound of the s’s <br />Slipping up on the f’s and much is good <br />Enough to raise the hair on our heads, like Rilke and Wilfred Owen <br /> <br />Any person who loves another person, <br />Wherever in the world, is with us in this room - <br />Even though there are battlefields.<br /><br />Kenneth Patchen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/creation/
