Category Archives: Roethke Theodore

Death Piece by Theodore Roethke

Invention sleeps within a skull No longer quick with light, The hive that hummed in every cell Is now sealed honey-tight. His thought is tied, the curving prow Of motion moored to rock; And minutes burst upon a brow Insentient … Continue reading

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Sale by Theodore Roethke

For sale: by order of the remaining heirs Who ran up and down the big centre stairs The what-not, the settee, the Chippendale chairs —And an attic of horrors, a closet of fears. The furniture polished and polished so grand, … Continue reading

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Reply to Censure by Theodore Roethke

Repulse the staring eye, The hostile gaze of hate, And check the pedantry Of those inveterate Defamers of the good. They mock the deepest thought, Condemn the fortitude Whereby true work is wrought. Though just men are reviled When cravens … Continue reading

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In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke

In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my echo in the echoing wood— A lord of nature weeping to a tree. I live between the heron and the … Continue reading

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The Waking by Theodore 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. We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being … Continue reading

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