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We think by feeling. What is there to know?

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
Feelings
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Thinking
Emotion
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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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A mind too active is no mind at all.
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Pain wanders through my bones like a lost fire
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When I go mad, I call my friends by phone: I am afraid they might think they're alone.
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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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Live in a perpetual great astonishment.
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I wish I could find an event that meant as much as simple seeing.
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The living all assemble! What's the cue?-- Do what the clumsy partner wants to do!
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By daily dying, I have come to be.
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I have gone into the waste lonely places
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Being, not doing, is my first joy.
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All lovers live by longing, and endure: Summon a vision and declare it pure.
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I am overwhelmed by the beautiful disorder of poetry, the eternal virginity of words.
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What is madness but nobility of soul at odds with circumstance?
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How body from spirit slowly does unwind, until we are pure spirit at the end.
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And soon a branch, part of a hidden scene,The leafy mind, that long was tightly furled,Will turn its private substance into green,And young shoots spread upon our inner world.
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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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The indignity of it!- With everything blooming above me, Lilies, pale-pink cyclamen, roses, Whole fields lovely and inviolate,- Me down in the fetor of weeds, Crawling on all fours, Alive, in a slippery grave.
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I learn by going where I have to go.
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How terrible the need for God.
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