“The professor is supposed to know. I am not of that breed.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“What a frail but persistent weapon civilization is: how fragile the handful of concepts: yet tough as wire.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“Democracy: where the semi-literate make laws and the illiterate enforce them.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“The young artist: there is no other kind of mind but my own.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“Transcend that vision. What is first or early is easy to believe. But... it may enchain you.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“It's not that many Americans can't think: They just don't want to.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“There is no end to what should be known about words.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“More than two days in Detroit is not permitted the human psyche.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“The most difficult thing to remember: that a poem is made of words.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“Teaching: one of the few professions that permit love.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“We can forgive others everything but our own weaknesses.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“Once a week, take a day off to be generous-minded.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“To love objects is to love life.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“It's all I can do, he said, to hold onto life.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“I have undone myself loving the shine on stones.
Must I forget the mice in the ferns? Yes.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“It's true enough I come from an ape, and at least twice a day return,
Chasing my tail, dizzy with intuition...”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“In a low grapey place I remembered:
Only the desperate really survive.
The rest are dead, no more
Than ghosts on a thorn.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“I'm set in one direction: toward the sun.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“I feel her presence in the common day,
In that slow dark that widens every eye.
She moves as water moves, and comes to me,
Stayed by what was, and pulled by what would be.”
“I think the dead are tender. Shall we kiss?--”
“A wave of Time hangs motionless on this particular shore.
I notice a tree, arsenical grey in the light, or the slow
Wheel of the stars, the Great Bear glittering colder than snow,
And remember there was something else I was hoping for.”
Source: Selected poems
“Love alters all. Unblood my instinct, love.”
“For I believe the spiritual combat to be more desperate in the center of chaos, which is Detroit.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“That question cries again--
What is the least we know?
I call the slug my kin,
And move with those born slow.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“In spite of all the paraphernalia for keeping things together, how haphazard life is, and the judgments of time.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“My own agonies, which I once thought comic, have become more terrible with the passing of time.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“Was it my time for writing poems about McCarthy or my time for sending out fresh salmon or the time of playing happy telephone or my time for dictating memoranda about what's wrong with America?... or my time for crying.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.”
Source: Words for the Wind: The Collected Verse
“The world is where we fling it.
Lift me, long dream.
I'm leaving where I am for other loves
Than what I see.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“The poem should provide that break, that vision into reality which relieves and makes alive.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“A poetry of longing: not for escape, but for a greater reality.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“We're not going to split the heart of reality: not until the third semester.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“The Waking
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.”
Source: The Collected Poems
“Why not hate everybody? he said. It's a good and sound philosophical position.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“Use up the last light, love.”
Source: Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke
“But when I breath with the birds, The spirit of wrath becomes the spirit of blessings, And the dead begin from their dark to sing in my sleep.”
Source: The achievement of Theodore Roethke: a comprehensive selection of his poems
“Civilization is over-rated, but there isn't much else.”
“In a dark time, the mind begins to see.”
“Fear was my father, Father Fear. His look drained the stones.”
Source: The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke
“And soon a branch, part of a hidden scene,The leafy mind, that long was tightly furled,Will turn its private substance into green,And young shoots spread upon our inner world.”
Source: The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke
“My truths are all foreknown,This anguish self-revealed.I'm naked to the bone,With nakedness my shield.”
Source: The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke
“The light comes brighter from the east; the cawOf restive crows is sharper on the ear.”
“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.”
Source: The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke
“Death was not. I lived in a simple drowse:Hands and hair moved through a dream of wakening blossoms.Rain sweetened the cave and the dove still called;The flowers leaned on themselves, the flowers in hollows;And love, love sang toward.”
Source: The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke
“Beginnings start without shade,Thinner than minnows.The live grass whirls with the sun,Feet run over the simple stones,There's time enough.Behold, in the lout's eye, love.”
Source: The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke
“Too much reality can be a dazzle, a surfeit;Too close immediacy an exhaustion”
Source: The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke
“A terrible violence of creation,A flash into the burning heart of the abominable;Yet if we wait, unafraid, beyond the fearful instant,The burning lake turns into a forest pool,The fire subsides into rings of water,A sunlit silence.”
Source: The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke
“I bleed my bones, their marrow to bestowUpon that God who knows what I would know.”
Source: The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke
“Let others probe the mystery if they can.Time-harried prisoners of Shall and Will -The right thing happens to the happy man.”
“The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.”
Source: Selected poems