Theodore Roethke Quotes

The self persists like a dying star, In sleep, afraid.
Theodore Roethke (1908-1963), U.S. poet. Meditation at Oyster River (l. 24-25). . . Modern American Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (8th rev. ed., 1962) Harcourt, Brace and Company.
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The whisky on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death; Such waltzing was not easy.
Theodore Roethke (1908-1963), U.S. poet. My Papa's Waltz (l. 1-4). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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When I saw that clumsy crow Flap from a wasted tree, A shape in the mind rose up:
Theodore Roethke (1908-1963), U.S. poet. Night Crow (l. 1-3). . . Oxford Book of Short Poems, The. P. J. Kavanagh and James Michie, eds. Oxford University Press.
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Wheels shake the roadbed stone, The pistons jerk and shove, I stay up half the night To see the land I love.
Theodore Roethke (1908-1963), U.S. poet. Night Journey (l. 24-27). . . New Yorker Book of Poems, The. (1969) The Viking Press. (Paperback edition of 1974 published by William Morrow & Company).
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Nothing would give up life; Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.
Theodore Roethke (1908-1963), U.S. poet. Root Cellar (l. 10-11). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch, Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the dark,
Theodore Roethke (1908-1963), U.S. poet. Root Cellar (l. 1-2). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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But still the delicate slips keep coaxing up water; The small cells bulge; One nub of growth Nudges a sand-crumb loose,
Theodore Roethke (1908-1963), U.S. poet. "Sticks-in-a-drowse droop over sugary loam," (l. 3-6). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
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For something is amiss or out of place When mice with wings can wear a human face.
Theodore Roethke (1908-1963), U.S. poet. The Bat (l. 9-10). . . Oxford Book of Children's Verse in America, The. Donald Hall, ed. (1985) Oxford University Press.
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Is that dance slowing in the mind of man That made him think the universe could hum?
Theodore Roethke (1908-1963), U.S. poet. The Dance (l. 1-2). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
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Love is not love until love's vulnerable. She slowed to sigh, in that long interval.
Theodore Roethke (1908-1963), U.S. poet. The Dream (l. 17-18). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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