Theodore Roethke

(1908 - 1963 / Michigan / United States)

Cuttings (Later) - Poem by Theodore Roethke

This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks,
Cut stems struggling to put down feet,
What saint strained so much,
Rose on such lopped limbs to a new life?
I can hear, underground, that sucking and sobbing,
In my veins, in my bones I feel it --
The small waters seeping upward,
The tight grains parting at last.
When sprouts break out,
Slippery as fish,
I quail, lean to beginnings, sheath-wet.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 8, 2006


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