Theodore Roethke Quotes & Sayings
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Famous Quotes By Theodore Roethke
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. — Theodore Roethke
I am overwhelmed by the beautiful disorder of poetry, the eternal virginity of words. — Theodore Roethke
The light comes brighter from the east; the cawOf restive crows is sharper on the ear. — Theodore Roethke
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. — Theodore Roethke
The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go. — Theodore Roethke
From The Auction
I left my home with unencumbered will
And all the rubbish of confusion sold. — Theodore Roethke
When I go mad,
I call my friends by phone:
I am afraid they might think
they're alone. — Theodore Roethke
Beginnings start without shade,Thinner than minnows.The live grass whirls with the sun,Feet run over the simple stones,There's time enough.Behold, in the lout's eye, love. — Theodore Roethke
Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I? — Theodore Roethke
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. — Theodore Roethke
Let others probe the mystery if they can.
Time-harried prisoners of Shall and Will-
The right thing happens to the happy man.
The bird flies out, the bird flies back again;
The hill becomes the valley, and is still;
Let others delve that mystery if they can.
God bless the roots! -Body and soul are one
The small become the great, the great the small;
The right thing happens to the happy man.
Child of the dark, he can out leap the sun,
His being single, and that being all:
The right thing happens to the happy man.
Or he sits still, a solid figure when
The self-destructive shake the common wall;
Takes to himself what mystery he can,
And, praising change as the slow night comes on,
Wills what he would, surrendering his will
Till mystery is no more: No more he can.
The right thing happens to the happy man. — Theodore Roethke
A too explicit elucidation in education destroys much of the pleasure of learning. There should be room for sly hinters, masters of suggestion. — Theodore Roethke
To follow the drops sliding from a lifting oar, Head up, while the rower breathes, and the small boat drifts quietly shoreward ... — Theodore Roethke
All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain with its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light upon ice-burdened pines; Odor of basswood upon a mountain slope, A scene beloved of bees; Silence of water above a sunken tree: The pure serene of memory of one man,- A ripple widening from a single stone Winding around the waters of the world. — Theodore Roethke
Any fool can take a bad line out of a poem; it takes a real pro to throw out a good line. — Theodore Roethke
What is desire?
The impulse to make someone else complete?
That woman would set sodden straw on fire. — Theodore Roethke
From I Knew a Woman
I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain! — Theodore Roethke
Wish For A Young Wife
My lizard, my lively writher
May your limbs never wither
May the eyes in your face
Survive the green ice
Of envy's mean gaze;
May you live out your life
Without hate, without grief,
And your hair ever blaze,
In the sun, in the sun,
When I am undone,
When I am no one. — Theodore Roethke
Brooding on God, I may become a man. — Theodore Roethke
I lose and find myself in the long water. I am gathered together once more. — Theodore Roethke
My truths are all foreknown,This anguish self-revealed.I'm naked to the bone,With nakedness my shield. — Theodore Roethke
What have I done, dear God, to deserve this perpetual feeling that I'm almost ready to begin something really new? — Theodore Roethke
Nothing would give up life:
Even the dirt keeps breathing a small breath. — Theodore Roethke
A lively understandable spirit Once entertained you. It will come again. Be still. Wait. — Theodore Roethke
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. — Theodore Roethke
The poet: would rather eat a heart than a hambone. — Theodore Roethke
Who rise from flesh to spirit know the fall:
The word outleaps the world, and light is all. — Theodore Roethke
I bleed my bones, their marrow to bestowUpon that God who knows what I would know. — Theodore Roethke
Teach as an old fishing guide takes out a beginner. — Theodore Roethke
What is madness but nobility of the soul at odds with circumstance. — Theodore Roethke
She moves as water moves, and comes to me,
Stayed by what was, and pulled by what would be. — Theodore Roethke
Art is the means we have of undoing the damage of haste. It's what everything else isn't. — Theodore Roethke
(I measure time by how a body sways.) — Theodore Roethke
The soul has many motions, body one. — Theodore Roethke
I have come to a still, but not a deep center,
A point outside the glittering current;
My eyes stare at the bottom of a river,
At the irregular stones, iridescent sandgrains,
My mind moves in more than one place,
In a country half-land, half-water.
I am renewed by death, thought of my death,
The dry scent of a dying garden in September,
The wind fanning the ash of a low fire.
What I love is near at hand,
Always, in earth and air. — Theodore Roethke
I teach my sighs to lengthen into songs,
Yet, like a tree, endure the shift of things. — Theodore Roethke
Wake the happy words. — Theodore Roethke
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. — Theodore Roethke
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go. — Theodore Roethke
A house for wisdom, a field for revelation.
Speak to the stars, and the stars answer. At first the visible obscures:
Go where the light is. — Theodore Roethke
So much of adolescence is an ill-defined dying,
An intolerable waiting,
A longing for another place and time,
Another condition. — Theodore Roethke
Reason? That dreary shed, that hutch for grubby schoolboys. — Theodore Roethke
(Dreams drain the spirit if we dream too long.) — Theodore Roethke
O Lord, may I never want to look good. O Jesus, may I always read it all: out loud and the very way it should be. May I never look at the other findings until I have come to my own true conclusions: May I care for the least of the young: and become aware of the one poem that each may have written; may I be aware of what each thing is, delighted with form, and wary of the false comparison; may I never use the word "brilliant." — Theodore Roethke
In a dark time, the mind begins to see. — Theodore Roethke
Being, not doing, is my first joy. — Theodore Roethke
When true love broke my heart in half,
I took the whiskey from the shelf,
And told my neighbors when to laugh.
I keep a dog, and bark myself. — Theodore Roethke
What we need are more people who specialize in the impossible. — Theodore Roethke
By daily dying, I have come to be. — Theodore Roethke
O my poor words, bear with me. — Theodore Roethke
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 called;The flowers leaned on themselves, the flowers in hollows;And love, love sang toward. — Theodore Roethke
Love makes me naked;
Propinquity's a harsh master;
O the songs we hide singing to ourselves! — Theodore Roethke
LULL
(November, 1939)
The winds of hatred blow
Cold, cold across the flesh
And chill the anxious heart;
Intricate phobias grow
From each malignant wish
To spoil collective life.
Now each man stands apart.
We watch opinion drift,
Think of our separate skins.
On well-upholstered bums
The generals cough and shift
Playing with painted pins.
The arbitrators wait;
The newsmen suck their thumbs.
The mind is quick to turn
Away from simple faith
To the cant and fury of
Fools who will never learn;
Reason embraces death,
While out of frightened eyes
Still stares the wish to love. — Theodore Roethke
Love begets love. This torment is my joy. — Theodore Roethke
Time marks us while we are marking time. — Theodore Roethke
My Papa's Waltz: The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt. — Theodore Roethke
Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries. — Theodore Roethke
Over every mountain, there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley. — Theodore Roethke
What's madness but nobility of soul at odds with circumstance? — Theodore Roethke
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. — Theodore Roethke
In our age, if a boy or girl is untalented, the odds are in favor of their thinking they want to write. — Theodore Roethke
Where has he gone, my meadow mouse,
My thumb of a child that nuzzled in my palm?
To run under the hawk's wing,
Under the eye of the great owl watching from the elm-tree,
To live by courtesy of the shrike, the snake, the tom-cat.
(from "The Meadow Mouse") — Theodore Roethke
A mind too active is no mind at all. — Theodore Roethke
From Open House
My truths are all foreknown,
This anguish self-revealed.
I'm naked to the bone,
With nakedness my shield.
Myself is what I wear:
I keep the spirit spare. — Theodore Roethke
Epidermal Macabre
Indelicate is he who loathes
The aspect of his fleshy clothes,-
The flying fabric stitched on bone,
The vesture of the skeleton,
The garment neither fur nor hair,
The cloak of evil and despair,
The veil long violated by
Caresses of the hand and eye.
Yet such is my unseemliness:
I hate my epidermal dress,
The savage blood's obscenity,
The rags of my anatomy,
And willingly would I dispense
With false accouterments of sense,
To sleep immodestly, a most
Incarnadine and carnal ghost. — Theodore Roethke
It's your privilege to find me incomprehensible. I gave you my minutes; let them remain ours. I hope I haunt you. — Theodore Roethke
What's freedom for? To know eternity. — Theodore Roethke
The stones were sharp,
The wind came at my back;
Walking along the highway,
Mincing like a cat. — Theodore Roethke
I wish I could find an event that meant as much as simple seeing. — Theodore Roethke
How terrible the need for God. — Theodore Roethke
We think by feeling. What is there to know? — Theodore Roethke
God bless the roots! Body and soul are one. — Theodore Roethke
In a dark time, the eye begins to see. — Theodore Roethke
May my silences become more accurate. — Theodore Roethke
Yet if we wait, unafraid, beyond the fearful instant,
The burning lake turns into a forest pool,
The fire subsides into rings of water,
A sunlit silence. — Theodore Roethke
A wave of Time hangs motionless on this particular shore.
I notice a tree, arsenical grey in the light, or the slow
Wheel of the stars, the Great Bear glittering colder than snow,
And remember there was something else I was hoping for. — Theodore Roethke
I may look like a beer salesman, but I'm a poet. — Theodore Roethke
Necessity starves on the stoop of invention. — Theodore Roethke
The damage of teaching: the constant contact with the undeveloped. — Theodore Roethke
My father is a fish. — Theodore Roethke
The two duties are to lament or praise. — Theodore Roethke
ROOT CELLAR
Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch,
Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the dark,
Shoots dangled and drooped,
Lolling obscenely from mildewed crates,
Hung down long yellow evil necks, like tropical snakes.
And what a congress of stinks!
Roots ripe as old bait,
Pulpy stems, rank, silo-rich,
Leaf-mold, manure, lime, piled against slippery planks.
Nothing would give up life:
Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath. — Theodore Roethke
Live in a perpetual great astonishment. — Theodore Roethke
My bones whisper to my blood; my sleep deceives me. — Theodore Roethke