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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
A lively understandable spirit Once entertained you. It will come again. Be still. Wait.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain with its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light upon ice-burdened pines; Odor of basswood upon a mountain slope, A scene beloved of bees; Silence of water above a sunken tree: The pure serene of memory of one man,- A ripple widening from a single stone Winding around the waters of the world.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
All lovers live by longing, and endure: Summon a vision and declare it pure.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
A mind too active is no mind at all.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
And I walked, I walked through the light air; I moved with the morning.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
And soon a branch, part of a hidden scene,The leafy mind, that long was tightly furled,Will turn its private substance into green,And young shoots spread upon our inner world.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
And what a congress of stinks!- Roots ripe as old bait, Pulpy stems, rank, silo-rich, Leaf mold, manure, lime, piled against slippery planks, Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
Any fool can take a bad line out of a poem; it takes a real pro to throw out a good line.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
Art is our defense against hysteria and death.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
Art is the means we have of undoing the damage of haste. It's what everything else isn't.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
A terrible violence of creation,A flash into the burning heart of the abominable;Yet if we wait, unafraid, beyond the fearful instant,The burning lake turns into a forest pool,The fire subsides into rings of water,A sunlit silence.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
A too explicit elucidation in education destroys much of the pleasure of learning. There should be room for sly hinters, masters of suggestion.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
Beginnings start without shade,Thinner than minnows.The live grass whirls with the sun,Feet run over the simple stones,There's time enough.Behold, in the lout's eye, love.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
But when I breath with the birds, The spirit of wrath becomes the spirit of blessings, And the dead begin from their dark to sing in my sleep.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
By daily dying, I have come to be.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
Civilization is over-rated, but there isn't much else.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
Death was not. I lived in a simple drowse:Hands and hair moved through a dream of wakening blossoms.Rain sweetened the cave and the dove still called;The flowers leaned on themselves, the flowers in hollows;And love, love sang toward.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
Fear was my father, Father Fear. His look drained the stones.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
God bless the roots! Body and soul are one.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
How body from spirit slowly does unwind, until we are pure spirit at the end.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
How terrible the need for God.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
I always felt mean, jogging back over the logging road,As if I had broken the natural order of things in that swampland;Disturbed some rhythm, old and of vast importance,By pulling off flesh from the living planet;As if I had committed, against the whole scheme of life, a desecration.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
I bleed my bones, their marrow to bestowUpon that God who knows what I would know.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
I came where the river Ran over stones; My ears knew An early joy. And all the waters Of all the streams Sang in my veins That summer day.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
I can hear, underground, that sucking and sobbing, In my veins, in my bones I feel it,- The small water seeping upward, The tight grains parting at last. When sprouts break out, Slippery as fish, I quail, lean to beginnings, sheath-wet.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
I can't go on flying apart just for those who want the benefit of a few verbal kicks. My God, do you know what poems like that cost? They're not written vicariously: they come out of actual suffering, real madness.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
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, At the irregular stones, iridescent sandgrains, My mind moves in more than one place, In a country half-land, half-water. 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.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
I have gone into the waste lonely places
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
I learned not to fear infinity, The far field, the windy cliffs of forever, The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow, The wheel turning away from itself, The sprawl of the wave, The on-coming water.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
I'm sure I've been a toad, one time or another. With bats, weasels, worms...I rejoice in the kinship. Even the caterpillar I can love, and the various vermin.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
In a dark time, the eye begins to see / I meet my shadow in the deepening shade...Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
In a dark time, the mind begins to see.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
In our age, if a boy or girl is untalented, the odds are in favor of their thinking they want to write.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
In this place of light: he dares to live Who stops being a bird, yet beats his wings Against the immense immeasurable emptiness of things.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
I teach my sighs to lengthen into songs.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me, so take the lively air, And, lovely, learn by going where to go. This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
Long live the weeds that overwhelm My narrow vegetable realm! The bitter rock, the barren soil That force the son of man to toil; All things unholy, marred by curse, The ugly of the universe.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
Love begets love. This torment is my joy.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
Love is not love until love's vulnerable.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
May my silences become more accurate.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
My Papa's Waltz: The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
My truths are all foreknown,This anguish self-revealed.I'm naked to the bone,With nakedness my shield.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt keeps breathing a small breath.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
O Lord, may I never want to look good. O Jesus, may I always read it all: out loud and the very way it should be. May I never look at the other findings until I have come to my own true conclusions: May I care for the least of the young: and become aware of the one poem that each may have written; may I be aware of what each thing is, delighted with form, and wary of the false comparison; may I never use the word "brilliant.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
Pain wanders through my bones like a lost fire
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
Reason? That dreary shed, that hutch for grubby schoolboys.
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By AnonymTheodore Roethke
Should we say the self, once perceived, becomes the soul?
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