I've recovered my tenderness by long looking;I'm a Socrates of small fury.The waves bends with the fish. I'm taughtAs water teaches stone. Believe me, extremest oriole,I can hear light on a dry day.The world is where we fling it; I'm leaving where I am.
-Theodore Roethke
Select a background
More quotes by Theodore Roethke
Popular Authors
A curated listing of popular authors.