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"Like a wet log, I sang within a flame.
In that last while, eternity's confine,
I came to love, I came into my own."
Theodore Roethke (1908-1963), U.S. poet. The Dream (l. 30-32). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company. |
"I suffered for birds, for young rabbits caught in the mower,
My grief was not excessive.
For to come upon warblers in early May
Was to forget time and death:"
Theodore Roethke (1908-1963), U.S. poet. The Far Field (l. 24-27). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company. |
"I am renewed by death, thought of my death,
The dry scent of a dying garden in September,
The wind fanning the ash of a low fire.
What I love is near at hand,
Always, in earth and air."
Theodore Roethke (1908-1963), U.S. poet. The Far Field (l. 76-80). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company. |
"All finite things reveal infinitude:"
Theodore Roethke (1908-1963), U.S. poet. The Far Field (l. 93). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company. |
"I have come to a still, but not a deep center,
A point outside the glittering current;
My eyes stare at the bottom of a river,"
Theodore Roethke (1908-1963), U.S. poet. The Far Field (l. 70-72). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company. |
"An old man with his feet before the fire,
In robes of green, in garments of adieu."
Theodore Roethke (1908-1963), U.S. poet. The Far Field (l. 84-85). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company. |
"The pure serene of memory in one man,—
A ripple widening from a single stone
Winding around the waters of the world."
Theodore Roethke (1908-1963), U.S. poet. The Far Field (l. 98-100). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company. |
"The shape of a rat?
It's bigger than that.
It's less than a leg
And more than a nose,
Just under the water
It usually goes."
Theodore Roethke (1908-1963), U.S. poet. The Lost Son (l. 44-49). . .
Harvard Book of Contemporary American Poetry, The. Helen Vendler, ed. (1985) The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. |
"It was beginning winter,
An in-between time,
The landscape still partly brown:
The bones of weeds kept swinging in the wind,
Above the blue snow."
Theodore Roethke (1908-1963), U.S. poet. The Lost Son (l. 139-143). . .
Harvard Book of Contemporary American Poetry, The. Helen Vendler, ed. (1985) The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. |
"A lively understandable spirit
Once entertained you.
It will come again.
Be still.
Wait."
Theodore Roethke (1908-1963), U.S. poet. The Lost Son (l. 159-163). . .
Harvard Book of Contemporary American Poetry, The. Helen Vendler, ed. (1985) The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. |
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