Theodore Roethke

(1908 - 1963 / Michigan / United States)

Theodore Roethke Poems

1. The Pike 6/24/2015
2. The Shape Of The Fire 3/30/2010
3. The Saginaw Song 3/30/2010
4. The Visitant 3/30/2010
5. The Voice 3/30/2010
6. The Right Thing 3/30/2010
7. The Waking (1948) 1/20/2003
8. Various Quotes From On Poetry And Craft: Selected Prose Of Theodore Roethke 1/20/2003
9. Big Wind 3/30/2010
10. Infirmity 3/30/2010
11. The Storm 1/13/2003
12. Open House 3/30/2010
13. The Reckoning 1/3/2003
14. The Minimal 1/13/2003
15. The Sloth 1/3/2003
16. Root Cellar 3/30/2010
17. Selections From I Am! Said The Lamb 1/20/2003
18. Pickle Belt 1/3/2003
19. The Waking (1953) 1/20/2003
20. Snake 1/3/2003
21. Once More, The Round 1/3/2003
22. The Geranium 1/3/2003
23. The Bat 1/3/2003
24. The Far Field 1/3/2003
25. Cuttings (Later) 1/3/2003
26. Journey Into The Interior 1/3/2003
27. She 1/3/2003
28. Epidermal Macabre 1/3/2003
29. The Meadow Mouse 1/3/2003
30. Night Journey 1/3/2003
31. Dolor 1/3/2003
32. Child On Top Of A Greenhouse 1/3/2003
33. In A Dark Time 1/3/2003
34. Elegy For Jane 1/3/2003
35. I Knew A Woman 1/3/2003
36. My Papa's Waltz 1/3/2003
Best Poem of 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.

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The Reckoning

All profits disappear: the gain
Of ease, the hoarded, secret sum;
And now grim digits of old pain
Return to litter up our home.

We hunt the cause of ruin, add,
Subtract, and put ourselves in pawn;
For all our scratching on the pad,
We cannot trace the error down.

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