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Theodore Roethke

I tried to fling my shadow at the moon, / The while my blood leaped with a wordless song. — Theodore Roethke, from “Four for Sir John Davies,” Words of the Wind: The Collected Verse of Theodore Roethke (Indiana University Press, 1964)

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