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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
Knowledge
Feelings
Think
Thinking
Emotion
Feeling

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I have gone into the waste lonely places
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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 have I done, dear God, to deserve this perpetual feeling that I'm almost ready to begin something really new?
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By daily dying, I have come to be.
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I came to love, I came into my own.
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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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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.
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Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt keeps breathing a small breath.
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Pain wanders through my bones like a lost fire
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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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What falls away is always. And is near.
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What is madness but nobility of soul at odds with circumstance?
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A mind too active is no mind at all.
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Love is not love until love's vulnerable.
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Long live the weeds that overwhelm My narrow vegetable realm! The bitter rock, the barren soil That force the son of man to toil All things unholy, marred by curse, The ugly of the universe.
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The poet: would rather eat a heart than a hambone.
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Art is our defense against hysteria and death.
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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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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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Fear was my father, Father Fear. His look drained the stones.
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