Theodore Roethke

Theodore Roethke ( /ˈrɛtki/ RET-kee; May 25, 1908 – August 1, 1963) was an American poet, who published several volumes of poetry characterized by its rhythm, rhyming, and natural imagery. He was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1954 for his book, The Waking, and he won the annual National Book Award for Poetry twice, in 1959 for Words for the Wind and posthumously in 1965 for The Far Field.

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    Over the low, barnacled, elephant-colored rocks,
    Come the first tide-ripples, moving, almost without sound, toward
    me,
    Running along the narrow furrows of the shore, the rows of dead clam shells;
    Theodore Roethke (1908–1963)

    I’m cold. I’m cold all over. Rub me in father and mother.
    Fear was my father, Father Fear.
    His look drained the stones.
    Theodore Roethke (1908–1963)

    Do I imagine he no longer trembles
    When I come close to him?
    He seems no longer to tremble.
    Theodore Roethke (1908–1963)

    I remember the neckcurls, limp and damp as tendrils;
    And her quick look, a sidelong pickerel smile;
    And how, once startled into talk, the light syllables leaped for
    her.
    Theodore Roethke (1908–1963)

    Last night you lay a-sleeping? No!
    The room was thirty-five below;
    The sheets and blankets turned to snow.
    MHe’d got in: Dirty Dinky.
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