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What s this A dish for fat lips	B
Who says A nameless stranger	C
Is he a bird or a tree Not everyone can tell	D
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Water recedes to the crying of spiders	E
An old scow bumps over black rocks	F
A cracked pod calls	G
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Mother me out of here What more will the bones allow	H
Will the sea give the wind suck A toad folds into a stone	I
These flowers are all fangs Comfort me fury	J
Wake me witch we ll do the dance of rotten sticks	K
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Shale loosens Marl reaches into the field Small birds pass over water	C
Spirit come near This is only the edge of whiteness	L
I can t laugh at a procession of dogs	M
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In the hour of ripeness the tree is barren	N
The she bear mopes under the hill	O
Mother mother stir from your cave of sorrow	P
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A low mouth laps water Weeds weeds how I love you	Q
The arbor is cooler Farewell farewell fond worm	R
The warm comes without sound	S
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Where s the eye	T
The eye s in the sty	T
The ear s not here	U
Beneath the hair	V
When I took off my clothes	W
To find a nose	X
There was only one shoe	Q
For the waltz of To	Q
The pinch of Where	V
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Time for the flat headed man I recognize that listener	C
Him with the platitudes and rubber doughnuts	Y
Melting at the knees a varicose horror	C
Hello hello My nerves knew you dear boy	Z
Have you come to unhinge my shadow	P
Last night I slept in the pits of a tongue	A2
The silver fish ran in and out of my special bindings	Y
I grew tired of the ritual of names and the assistant keeper of the	B2
mollusks	Y
Up over a viaduct I came to the snakes and sticks of another winter	C
A two legged dog hunting a new horizon of howls	Y
The wind sharpened itself on a rock	C2
A voice sang	D2
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Pleasure on ground	S
Has no sound	S
Easily maddens	Y
The uneasy man	E2
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Who careless slips	Y
In coiling ooze	Y
Is trapped to the lips	Y
Leaves more than shoes	Y
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Must pull off clothes	Y
To jerk like a frog	F2
On belly and nose	Y
From the sucking bog	F2
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My meat eats me Who waits at the gate	G2
Mother of quartz your words writhe into my ear	U
Renew the light lewd whisper	C
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The wasp waits	Y
The edge cannot eat the center	C
The grape glistens	Y
The path tells little to the serpent	H2
An eye comes out of the wave	I2
The journey from flesh is longest	J2
A rose sways least	K2
The redeemer comes a dark way	L2
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Morning fair follow me further back	M2
Into that minnowy world of weeds and ditches	Y
When the herons floated high over the white houses	Y
And the little crabs slipped into silvery craters	Y
When the sun for me glinted the sides of a sand grain	N2
And my intent stretched over the buds at their first trembling	O2
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That air and shine and the flicker s loud summer call	P2
The bearded boards in the stream and the all of apples	Y
The glad hen on the hill and the trellis humming	O2
Death was not I lived in a simple drowse	Y
Hands and hair moved through a dream of wakening blossoms	Y
Rain sweetened the cave and the dove still called	Q2
The flowers leaned on themselves the flowers in hollows	Y
And love love sang toward	R2
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To have the whole air	V
The light the full sun	N
Coming down on the flowerheads	Y
The tendrils turning slowly	J
A slow snail lifting liquescent	R2
To be by the rose	Y
Rising slowly out of its bed	R2
Still as a child in its first loneliness	Y
To see cyclamen veins become clearer in early sunlight	R2
And mist lifting out of the brown cat tails	Y
To stare into the after light the glitter left on the lake s surface	Y
When the sun has fallen behind a wooded island	R2
To follow the drops sliding from a lifted oar	S2
Held up while the rower breathes and the small boat drifts quietly shoreward	R2
To know that light falls and fills often without our knowing	O2
As an opaque vase fills to the brim from a quick pouring	O2
Fills and trembles at the edge yet does not flow over	C
Still holding and feeding the stem of the contained flower	C

Theodore Roethke

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