Infirmity (Theodore Roethke Poems)
In purest song one plays the constant foolAs changes shimmer in the inner eye.I stare and stare into a deepening ...
In purest song one plays the constant foolAs changes shimmer in the inner eye.I stare and stare into a deepening ...
Where were the greenhouses going,Lunging into the lashingWind driving waterSo far down the riverAll the faucets stopped?-So we drained the ...
I think the dead are tender. Shall we kiss? --My lady laughs, delighting in what is.If she but sighs, a ...
My secrets cry aloud.I have no need for tongue.My heart keeps open house,My doors are widely swung.An epic of the ...
By day the bat is cousin to the mouse.He likes the attic of an aging house.His fingers make a hat ...
This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks,Cut stems struggling to put down feet,What saint strained so much,Rose on such lopped ...
What's greater, Pebble or Pond?What can be known? The Unknown.My true self runs toward a HillMore! O More! visible.Now I ...
The wind billowing out the seat of my britches,My feet crackling splinters of glass and dried putty,The half-grown chrysanthemums staring ...
I had a Donkey, that was all right,But he always wanted to fly my Kite;Every time I let him, the ...
Suddenly the window will open and Mother will call it's time to come in the wall will part I will ...
The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was ...
In moving-slow he has no Peer. You ask him something in his Ear, He thinks about it for a Year; ...
Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch, Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the ...
The fruit rolled by all day. They prayed the cogs would creep; They thought about Saturday pay, And Sunday sleep. ...
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn ...
All profits disappear: the gain Of ease, the hoarded, secret sum; And now grim digits of old pain Return to ...
(My student, thrown by a horse) I remember the neckcurls, limp and damp as tendrils; And her quick look, a ...
Indelicate is he who loathes The aspect of his fleshy clothes, -- The flying fabric stitched on bone, The vesture ...
I knew a woman, lovely in her bones, When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; Ah, when ...
In Saginaw, in Saginaw, The wind blows up your feet, When the ladies' guild puts on a feed, There's beans ...
I am twenty-four led to slaughter I survived. The following are empty synonyms: man and beast love and hate friend ...
I study the lives on a leaf: the little Sleepers, numb nudgers in cold dimensions, Beetles in caves, newts, stone-deaf ...
In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my ...
This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks, Cut stems struggling to put down feet, What saint strained so much, Rose ...
Now as the train bears west, Its rhythm rocks the earth, And from my Pullman berth I stare into the ...
1 Against the stone breakwater, Only an ominous lapping, While the wind whines overhead, Coming down from the mountain, Whistling ...
I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils, Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper weight, All the ...
In the long journey out of the self, There are many detours, washed-out interrupted raw places Where the shale slides ...
I saw a young snake glide Out of the mottled shade And hang, limp on a stone: A thin mouth, ...
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...
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