#theodore roethke

[soracities]

Theodore Roethke, from "The Dream", The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke [ID'd]

[asoftepiloguemylove]

on memory and loss

Haruki Murakami Norwegian Wood / Call Me by Your Name (2018) dir. Luca Guadagnino / Ocean Vuong On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous / Sea Wolf The Garden That You Planted / Ocean Vuong On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous / Vladimir Nabokov / Theodore Roethke Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke / The Truman Show (1998) dir. Peter Weir / Amal El-Mohtar This is How You Lose the Time War

[derangedrhythms]

The roses kept breathing in the dark.

Theodore Roethke, The Lost Son and Other Poems; from ‘The Lost Son’

[lillyli-74]

A delirium of birds!

~Theodore Roethke

[undinesea]

To know that light falls and fills, often without our knowing, As an opaque vase fills to the brim from a quick pouring, Fills and trembles at the edge yet does not flow over, Still holding and feeding the stem of the contained flower.

Theodore Roethke, from "The Shape of the Fire," Words for the Wind: The Collected Verse of Theodore Roethke

[soulmaking]

[andilostyou]

"ESOEMOEHOED", Leanna Firestone

"Saturn Devouring His Son", Francisco Goya

"I Forgive You", myself

"Euphoria: Nate's Nightmare Revealed His Fear of His Father", cbr.com

House on the Mango Street, by Sandra Cisneros

Cut, by Catherine Lacey

"Kyoto", by Phoebe Bridgers

[julesofnature]

It was beginning winter An in-between time, The landscape still partly brown; The bones of weeds kept swinging in the wind, Above the blue snow. It was beginning winter, The light moved slowly over the frozen field, Over the dry seed-crowns, The beautiful surviving bones Swinging in the wind. Light traveled over the wide field; Stayed. The weeds stopped swinging. The mind moved, not alone, Through the clear air, in the silence. Was it light? Was it light within? Was it light within light? Stillness becoming alive, Yet still? A lively understandable spirit Once entertained you. It will come again. Be still. Wait. ~ Theodore Roethke

[soracities]

Theodore Roethke, from "What Can I Tell My Bones", The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke [ID'd]

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

Zhou Zishu in EPISODE 32 & Wenzhou in EPISODE 09 finally the gifset to the fmv???

It’s your privilege to find me incomprehensible. I gave you my minutes; let them remain ours. I hope I haunt you. —Theodore Roethke, Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke

[therambleandrumble]

TO MY SISTER

O my sister remember the stars the tears the trains/The woods in spring the leaves the scented lanes/Recall the gradual dark the snow's unmeasured fall/The naked fields the cloud's immaculate folds/Recount each childhood pleasure: the skies of azure/The pageantry of wings the eye's bright treasure.

Keep faith with present joys refuse to choose/Defer the vice of flesh the irrevocable choice/Cherish the eyes the proud incredible poise/Walk boldly my sister but do not deign to give/Remain secure from pain preserve thy hate thy heart.

- Theodore Roethke

[derangedrhythms]

What burns me now? Desire, desire, desire. 

Theodore Roethke, The Far Field; from ‘The Marrow’

[lillyli-74]

Words hold me in, I’m alone with what I never said.

~Theodore Roethke

[motzartz]

'And afterwards I always felt mean, jogging back over the logging road, 

As if I had broken the natural order of things in that swampland;

Disturbed some rhythm, old and of vast importance,

By pulling off flesh from the living planet;

As if I had committed, against the whole scheme of life, a desecration.'

[apoemaday]

The Waking

by Theodore Roethke

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you? God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there, And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me; so take the lively air, And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go.

[ahaura]

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

Theodore Roethke, “Straw for the fire”

Excerpt #1

[Text ID: You said I killed you—haunt me, then! [...] Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! End ID]

Excerpt #2

[Text ID: It's your privilege to find me incomprehensible. I gave you my minutes; let them remain ours. I hope I haunt you. End ID]