Posts Tagged "Theodore Roethke"

How I loved one like you when I was little!— With his stripes of silver and his small house of his back, Making a slow journey around the well-curb. I longed to be like him, and was, In my way, close cousin To the dirt, my knees scrubbing The gravel, my nose wetter than his. When I slip, just slightly, in the dark, I know it isn’t a wet leaf, But you, loose toe from the old life, The cold slime come into being, A fat, five-inch...

Read More

Pin It on Pinterest

Share This