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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.

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
Thing
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Men
Prisoner
Time
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Happy
Others
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Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt keeps breathing a small breath.
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A mind too active is no mind at all.
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Fear was my father, Father Fear. His look drained the stones.
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By daily dying, I have come to be.
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And I walked, I walked through the light air I moved with the morning.
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What's important? That which is dug out of books, or out of the guts?
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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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Reason? That dreary shed, that hutch for grubby schoolboys.
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Being, not doing, is my first joy.
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Death was not. I lived in a simple drowse:Hands and hair moved through a dream of wakening blossoms.Rain sweetened the cave and the dove still calledThe flowers leaned on themselves, the flowers in hollowsAnd love, love sang toward.
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The living all assemble! What's the cue?-- Do what the clumsy partner wants to do!
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I came to love, I came into my own.
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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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What falls away is always. And is near.
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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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In the kingdom of bang and blab.
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Art is our defense against hysteria and death.
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