Theodore Roethke


I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils,
Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper weight,
All the misery of manilla folders and mucilage,
Desolation in immaculate public places,
Lonely reception room, lavatory, switchboard,
The unalterable pathos of basin and pitcher,
Ritual of multigraph, paper-clip, comma,
Endless duplicaton of lives and objects.
And I have seen dust from the walls of institutions,
Finer than flour, alive, more dangerous than silica,
Sift, almost invisible, through long afternoons of tedium,
Dropping a fine film on nails and delicate eyebrows,
Glazing the pale hair, the duplicate grey standard faces.


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September 27th, 2010 / 5:51 pm

Go Right Ahead: It is Friday

A mind too active is no mind at all.

Drink at any dance.

My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.

A glass of beer first thing in the morning.

Grew wild, broke furniture, beat out windows.

His favorite bar: The Corner Unusual.

I may look like a beer salesman but I am a poet.

The garden is a river flowing south.

Racing the devil for Rainbow, a beer joint.

You smell like television.

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June 18th, 2010 / 1:08 pm