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I came to love, I came into my own.

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
Love
Came

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In a dark time, the eye begins to see / I meet my shadow in the deepening shade...Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.
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Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt keeps breathing a small breath.
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What is madness but nobility of soul at odds with circumstance?
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All lovers live by longing, and endure: Summon a vision and declare it pure.
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A mind too active is no mind at all.
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What's important? That which is dug out of books, or out of the guts?
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How body from spirit slowly does unwind, until we are pure spirit at the end.
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Pain wanders through my bones like a lost fire
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Live in a perpetual great astonishment.
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We think by feeling. What is there to know?
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Let others probe the mystery if they can.Time-harried prisoners of Shall and Will -The right thing happens to the happy man.
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But when I breath with the birds, The spirit of wrath becomes the spirit of blessings, And the dead begin from their dark to sing in my sleep.
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In this place of light: he dares to live Who stops being a bird, yet beats his wings Against the immense immeasurable emptiness of things.
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Who rise from flesh to spirit know the fall: The word outleaps the world, and light is all.
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Love is not love until love's vulnerable.
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The self says, I am The heart says, I am less The spirit says, you are Nothing.
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I always felt mean, jogging back over the logging road,As if I had broken the natural order of things in that swamplandDisturbed some rhythm, old and of vast importance,By pulling off flesh from the living planetAs if I had committed, against the whole scheme of life, a desecration.
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The stones were sharp, The wind came at my back Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.
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So much of adolescence is an ill-defined dying, An intolerable waiting, A longing for another place and time, Another condition.
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I came where the river Ran over stones My ears knew An early joy. And all the waters Of all the streams Sang in my veins That summer day.
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