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The fields stretch out in long unbroken rows. We walk aware of what is far and close. Here distance is familiar as a friend. The feud we kept with space comes to an end.

Theodore Roethke

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Theodore Roethke
Age: 55 †
Born: 1908
Born: May 25
Died: 1963
Died: August 1
Poet
Teacher
Writer
Saginaw
Michigan
Ends
Distance
Feud
Long
Fields
Feuds
Close
Rows
Walk
Unbroken
Friend
Stretch
Walks
Familiar
Space
Kept
Comes
Aware

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