Theodore Roethke

(1908 - 1963 / Michigan / United States)

Theodore Roethke Quotes

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    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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