Theodore Roethke

(1908 - 1963 / Michigan / United States)

Snake - Poem by Theodore Roethke

I saw a young snake glide
Out of the mottled shade
And hang, limp on a stone:
A thin mouth, and a tongue
Stayed, in the still air.

It turned; it drew away;
Its shadow bent in half;
It quickened and was gone

I felt my slow blood warm.
I longed to be that thing.
The pure, sensuous form.

And I may be, some time.


Comments about Snake by Theodore Roethke

  • Mahtab Bangalee (5/25/2019 10:28:00 PM)

    great expression-
    It turned; it drew away;
    Its shadow bent in half;
    It quickened and was gone
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  • (1/21/2018 9:02:00 PM)

    It has to be in the shape of a snake (Report)Reply

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  • (12/30/2017 2:03:00 AM)

    It has to be in the shape of a shake (Report)Reply

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  • (12/18/2017 7:46:00 AM)

    It has to be in a shape of a snake (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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