an American poet, translator and critical essayist. He is regarded as a central figure in the San Francisco Renaissance, and paved the groundwork for the movement. Although he did not consider himself to be a Beat poet, and disliked the association, he was one of the major influences on the Beat generation, and was once dubbed "Father of the Beats" by Time. He was among the first poets in the United States to explore traditional Japanese poetic forms such as haiku.
Rexroth had two daughters, Mary (who later changed her name to Mariana) and Katharine, by his third wife, Marthe Larsen.
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Kenneth Rexroth Poems
Our canoe idles in the idling current Of the tree and vine and rush enclosed Backwater of a torpid midwestern stream; Revolves slowly, and lodges in the glutted
Gic to Har
It is late at night, cold and damp The air is filled with tobacco smoke. My brain is worried and tired. I pick up the encyclopedia,
Thou Shalt Not Kill
I They are murdering all the young men. For half a century now, every day,
I don’t mind the human race. I’ve got pretty used to them In these past twenty-five years. I don’t mind if they sit next
I pass your home in a slow vermilion dawn, The blinds are drawn, and the windows are open. The soft breeze from the lake
Between Two Wars
Remember that breakfast one November — Cold black grapes smelling faintly Of the cork they were packed in, Hard rolls with hot, white flesh,
The Bad Old Days
The summer of nineteen eighteen I read The Jungle and The Research Magnificent. That fall
Falling Leaves and Early Snow
In the years to come they will say, “They fell like the leaves In the autumn of nineteen thirty-nine.” November has come to the forest,
Under your illkempt yellow roses, Delia, today you are younger Than your son. Two and a half decades – The family monument sagged askew,
A thing unknown for years, Rain falls heavily in June, On the ripe cherries, and on The half cut hay.
On What Planet
Uniformly over the whole countryside The warm air flows imperceptibly seaward; The autumn haze drifts in deep bands Over the pale water;
Somebody has given my Baby daughter a box of Old poker chips to play with. Today she hands me one while
Lyell’s Hypothesis Again
The mountain road ends here, Broken away in the chasm where The bridge washed out years ago. The first scarlet larkspur glitters
Yin And Yang
It is spring once more in the Coast Range Warm, perfumed, under the Easter moon. The flowers are back in their places.
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''When the newspapers have got nothing else to talk about, they cut loose on the young. The young are always news. If they are up to something, that's news. If they aren't, that's news too.''Kenneth Rexroth (1905-1982), U.S. poet, critic, translator. repr. In The Rexroth Reader, ed. Eric Mottram (1972). "The Students Take Over," Assays (19...
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Our canoe idles in the idling current
Of the tree and vine and rush enclosed
Backwater of a torpid midwestern stream;
Revolves slowly, and lodges in the glutted
Waterlilies. We are tired of paddling.
All afternoon we have climbed the weak current,
Up dim meanders, through woods and pastures,
Past muddy fords where the strong smell of cattle
Lay thick across the water; singing the songs
Of perfect, habitual motion; ski songs,
Nightherding songs, songs of the capstan walk,
The levee, and the roll of the voyageurs.
Tired of motion, of the rhythms of ...