All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain with its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light… — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
The light comes brighter from the east; the cawOf restive crows is sharper on the ear. — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
“A house for wisdom, a field for revelation. Speak to the stars, and the stars answer. At first the visible obscures: Go… — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
Who rise from flesh to spirit know the fall: The word outleaps the world, and light is all. — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep,… — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
And I walked, I walked through the light air; I moved with the morning. — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
“Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire. My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly, Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I… — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
In this place of light: he dares to live Who stops being a bird, yet beats his wings Against the immense immeasurable… — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
What's madness but nobility of soul At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire! I know the purity of pure despair, My… — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
In a dark time, the eye begins to see / I meet my shadow in the deepening shade...Dark, dark my light, and… — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I… — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
A lively understandable spirit Once entertained you. It will come again. Be still. Wait. — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
I bleed my bones, their marrow to bestowUpon that God who knows what I would know. — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain with its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light upon ice-burdened… — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
I can hear, underground, that sucking and sobbing, In my veins, in my bones I feel it,- The small water seeping upward, The tight… — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley. — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
To follow the drops sliding from a lifting oar, Head up, while the rower breathes, and the small boat drifts quietly shoreward... — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
Any fool can take a bad line out of a poem; it takes a real pro to throw out a good line. — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
