Who is Theodore RoethkeTheodore Huebner Roethke ( RET-kee; May 25, 1908 – August 1, 1963) was an American poet. He is regarded as one of the most accomplished and influential poets of his generation, having won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1954 for his book The Waking, and the annual National Book Award for Poetry on two occasions: in 1959 for Words for the Wind, and posthumously in 1965 for The Far Field. His work was characterized by its introspection, rhythm and natural imagery.
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Theodore Roethke Poems
- I Knew A Woman
I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain! ...
- The Minimal
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, ...
- Open House
My secrets cry aloud.
I have no need for tongue.
My heart keeps open house,
My doors are widely swung. ...
- The Voice
One feather is a bird,
I claim; one tree, a wood;
In her low voice I heard
More than a mortal should; ...
- The Reckoning
All profits disappear: the gain
Of ease, the hoarded, secret sum;
And now grim digits of old pain
Return to litter up our home. ...
Top 10 most used topics by Theodore RoethkeLong 12 Wind 11 Time 11 Small 11 Light 11 Slow 11 Tree 10 Water 9 Night 8 Love 8
Theodore Roethke Quotes
- A mind too active is no mind at all.
- I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.
- What we need is more people who specialize in the impossible.
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Negaweekes: “over every mountain, there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley.” –theodore roethke
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