“The stones were sharp,The wind came at my back;Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.”
Theodore Roethke“What's madness but nobility of soulAt odds with circumstance? The day's on fire!I know the purity of pure despair,My shadow pinned against a sweating wall,That place among the rocks--is it a cave,Or winding path? The edge is what I have............... Dark,dark my light, and darker my desire.My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,Keeps buzzing at the sill.~From "The Waking" by Theodore Roethke”
Theodore Roethke“I trust all joy”
Theodore Roethke, Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke“Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries.”
Theodore Roethke, Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke“Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley.”
Theodore Roethke