“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.” IfsMeanWholeOrderFeltNaturalPlanetsBrokenImportanceCommittedFleshRhythmSchemesPullingDisturbedJoggingNatural OrderLogging Book:The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke Source: The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke