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This angry and exasperated stance which Patchen has maintained in his poetry for almost fifteen years has been successfully modulated into a kind of woe that is as effective as anger and still expresses his disapproval of the modern world.
In his recent book, Hurray For Anything ( 1957 ), one of the most important short poems -- and it is the title poem for one of the long jazz arrangements -- is written for recital with jazz.
Although it does not follow the metrical rules for a blues to be sung, the phrases themselves carry a blues feeling.
`` I went to the city And there I did Weep, Men a-crowing like asses, And living like sheep.
Oh, can't hold the han' of my love!!
Can't hold her little white han'!!
Yes, I went to the city, And there I did bitterly cry, Men out of touch with the earth, And with never a glance at the sky.
Oh, can't hold the han' of my love!!
Can't hold her pure little han'!!
'' Patchen is still the rebel, but he writes in a doleful, mournful tone.
Neither of these poems is an aberration ; ;
each is so typical that it represents a prominent trend in the poet's development.

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