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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.

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
Sing
Spirit
Blessing
Bird
Wrath
Begin
Blessings
Dead
Birds
Becomes
Breath
Sleep
Breaths
Dark

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