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Theodore Roethke

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I remember the neckcurls, limp and damp as tendrils,
And her quick look, a sidelong pickerel smile.

Theodore Roethke

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I see, in evening air,
How slowly dark comes down on what we do.

Theodore Roethke

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Brooding on God, I may become a man.
Pain wanders through my bones like a lost fire;
What burns me now? Desire, desire, desire.

Theodore Roethke

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I study the lives on a leaf: the little
Sleepers, numb nudgers in cold dimensions,
Beetles in caves, newts, stone-deaf fishes,
Lice tethered to long limp subterranean weeds,
Squirmers in bogs,
And bacterial creepers.

Theodore Roethke

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This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks,
Cut stems struggling to put down feet,
What saint strained so much,
Rose on such lopped limbs to a new life?

Theodore Roethke

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