Theodore Roethke

(1908 - 1963 / Michigan / United States)

Poems of Theodore Roethke

21. The Far Field 1/3/2003
22. The Geranium 1/3/2003
23. The Meadow Mouse 1/3/2003
24. The Minimal 1/13/2003
25. The Reckoning 1/3/2003
26. The Right Thing 3/30/2010
27. The Saginaw Song 3/30/2010
28. The Shape Of The Fire 3/30/2010
29. The Sloth 1/3/2003
30. The Storm 1/13/2003
31. The Visitant 3/30/2010
32. The Voice 3/30/2010
33. The Waking (1948) 1/20/2003
34. The Waking (1953) 1/20/2003
35. various quotes from On Poetry and Craft: Selected Prose of Theodore Roethke 1/20/2003

She

I think the dead are tender. Shall we kiss? --
My lady laughs, delighting in what is.
If she but sighs, a bird puts out its tongue.
She makes space lonely with a lovely song.
She lilts a low soft language, and I hear
Down long sea-chambers of the inner ear.

We sing together; we sing mouth to mouth.
The garden is a river flowing south.

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