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Theodore Roethke

I heard a dying man Say to his gathered kin, “My soul’s hung out to dry, Like a fresh salted skin; I doubt I’ll use it again. “What’s done is yet to come; The flesh deserts the bone, But a kiss widens the rose I know, as the dying know Eternity is Now. “A man… Continue reading Theodore Roethke

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Theodore Roethke

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones, When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one: —Theodore Roethke, from “I Knew a Woman,” Words for the Wind: The Collected Verse of Theodore Roethke (Indiana University Press, 1964)

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Theodore Roethke

The Far Field I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without luggage, out a long peninsula, The road lined with snow-laden second growth, A fine dry snow ticking the windshield, Alternate snow and sleet, no on-coming traffic, And no lights behind, in the… Continue reading Theodore Roethke

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Theodore Roethke

What Can I Tell My Bones? 1 Beginner, Perpetual beginner, The soul knows not what to believe, In its small folds, stirring sluggishly, In the least place of its life, A pulse beyond nothingness, A fearful ignorance.       Before the moon draws back,       Dare I blaze like a tree? In a world always late… Continue reading Theodore Roethke

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