Theodore Roethke Short Quotes

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Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch

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Bless me and the maze I'm in!
Hello, thingy spirit.

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Tugging all day at perverse life:
The indignity of it!

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Teaching: one of the few professions that permit love.

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What I love is near at hand,
Always, in earth and air.

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I long for the imperishable quiet at the heart of form.

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When I was a lark, I sang;
When I was a worm, I devoured.

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One form of the death wish is the embracing of mediocrity.

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I have gone into the waste lonely places
Behind the eye.

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Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries.

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What we need is more people who specialize in the impossible.

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Fear was my father, Father Fear.
His look drained the stones.

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I see, in evening air,
How slowly dark comes down on what we do.

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You must believe: a poem is a holy thing — a good poem, that is.

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Definition of a philosopher: a man who has the right to say maybe.

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Old men should be explorers? I'll be an Indian. Ogalala? Iroquois.

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The mind moved, not alone,
Through the clear air, in the silence.

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What's important? That which is dug out of books, or out of the guts?

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And I walked, I walked through the light air; I moved with the morning.

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To be less than you are is so easy: even a child needs no lesson in this.

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Nothing would give up life:
Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.

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I lose and find myself in the long water. I am gathered together once more.

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One of the virtues of good poetry is the fact that it irritates the mediocre.

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How body from spirit slowly does unwind, until we are pure spirit at the end.

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Poetry is not a mere shuffling of dead words or even a corralling of live ones.

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