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I	A
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I dream of journeys repeatedly	B
Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel	C
Of driving alone without luggage out a long peninsula	D
The road lined with snow laden second growth	E
A fine dry snow ticking the windshield	F
Alternate snow and sleet no on coming traffic	G
And no lights behind in the blurred side mirror	H
The road changing from glazed tarface to a rubble of stone	I
Ending at last in a hopeless sand rut	J
Where the car stalls	K
Churning in a snowdrift	J
Until the headlights darken	L
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II	A
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At the field's end in the corner missed by the mower	H
Where the turf drops off into a grass hidden culvert	J
Haunt of the cat bird nesting place of the field mouse	M
Not too far away from the ever changing flower dump	N
Among the tin cans tires rusted pipes broken machinery	B
One learned of the eternal	C
And in the shrunken face of a dead rat eaten by rain and ground beetles	O
I found in lying among the rubble of an old coal bin	P
And the tom cat caught near the pheasant run	L
Its entrails strewn over the half grown flowers	Q
Blasted to death by the night watchman	L
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I suffered for young birds for young rabbits caught in the mower	H
My grief was not excessive	R
For to come upon warblers in early May	S
Was to forget time and death	T
How they filled the oriole's elm a twittering restless cloud all one morning	U
And I watched and watched till my eyes blurred from the bird shapes	V
Cape May Blackburnian Cerulean	L
Moving elusive as fish fearless	W
Hanging bunched like young fruit bending the end branches	X
Still for a moment	J
Then pitching away in half flight	J
Lighter than finches	Y
While the wrens bickered and sang in the half green hedgerows	Y
And the flicker drummed from his dead tree in the chicken yard	J
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Or to lie naked in sand	J
In the silted shallows of a slow river	H
Fingering a shell	Z
Thinking	U
Once I was something like this mindless	Y
Or perhaps with another mind less peculiar	H
Or to sink down to the hips in a mossy quagmire	H
Or with skinny knees to sit astride a wet log	A2
Believing	U
I'll return again	L
As a snake or a raucous bird	J
Or with luck as a lion	L
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I learned not to fear infinity	B
The far field the windy cliffs of forever	H
The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow	B2
The wheel turning away from itself	C2
The sprawl of the wave	D2
The on coming water	H
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III	A
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The river turns on itself	C2
The tree retreats into its own shadow	B2
I feel a weightless change a moving forward	J
As of water quickening before a narrowing channel	C
When banks converge and the wide river whitens	Y
Or when two rivers combine the blue glacial torrent	J
And the yellowish green from the mountainy upland	J
At first a swift rippling between rocks	Y
Then a long running over flat stones	Y
Before descending to the alluvial plane	L
To the clay banks and the wild grapes hanging from the elmtrees	Y
The slightly trembling water	H
Dropping a fine yellow silt where the sun stays	Y
And the crabs bask near the edge	E2
The weedy edge alive with small snakes and bloodsuckers	Y
I have come to a still but not a deep center	H
A point outside the glittering current	J
My eyes stare at the bottom of a river	H
At the irregular stones iridescent sandgrains	Y
My mind moves in more than one place	Y
In a country half land half water	H
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I am renewed by death thought of my death	T
The dry scent of a dying garden in September	H
The wind fanning the ash of a low fire	H
What I love is near at hand	J
Always in earth and air	F2
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IV	C2
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The lost self changes	Y
Turning toward the sea	Y
A sea shape turning around	J
An old man with his feet before the fire	H
In robes of green in garments of adieu	J
A man faced with his own immensity	J
Wakes all the waves all their loose wandering fire	H
The murmur of the absolute the why	A
Of being born falls on his naked ears	Y
His spirit moves like monumental wind	J
That gentles on a sunny blue plateau	J
He is the end of things the final man	L
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All finite things reveal infinitude	J
The mountain with its singular bright shade	J
Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow	J
The after light upon ice burdened pines	Y
Odor of basswood on a mountain slope	G2
A scent beloved of bees	Y
Silence of water above a sunken tree	Y
The pure serene of memory in one man	L
A ripple widening from a single stone	L
Winding around the waters of the world	J

Theodore Roethke

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