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. Theodore Roethke More Quotes by Theodore Roethke More Quotes From Theodore Roethke What we need is more people who specialize in the impossible. Theodore Roethke teaching faith inspirational Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries. Theodore Roethke gardening moving religion Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light. Theodore Roethke nature flower attitude Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley. Theodore Roethke adversity failure wrestling May my silences become more accurate. Theodore Roethke accuracy silence may How body from spirit slowly does unwind, until we are pure spirit at the end. Theodore Roethke body spirit doe I teach my sighs to lengthen into songs. Theodore Roethke sigh teach song Love is not love until love's vulnerable. Theodore Roethke vulnerable love relationship Live in a perpetual great astonishment. Theodore Roethke perpetual astonishment The visible exhausts me. I am dissolved in shadow. Theodore Roethke visible shadow I have gone into the waste lonely places Theodore Roethke lonely-places lonely gone When I go mad, Theodore Roethke mad phones thinking What is madness but nobility of soul at odds with circumstance? Theodore Roethke positivity odds positive Art is the means we have of undoing the damage of haste. It's what everything else isn't. Theodore Roethke haste mean art All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain with its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light upon ice-burdened pines; Odor of basswood upon a mountain slope, A scene beloved of bees; Silence of water above a sunken tree: The pure serene of memory of one man,- A ripple widening from a single stone Winding around the waters of the world. Theodore Roethke shine-on men memories 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. Theodore Roethke learning fear sleep I came where the river Ran over stones; My ears knew An early joy. And all the waters Of all the streams Sang in my veins That summer day. Theodore Roethke summer rain rivers What have I done, dear God, to deserve this perpetual feeling that I'm almost ready to begin something really new? Theodore Roethke dear-god done feelings The self says, I am; The heart says, I am less; The spirit says, you are Nothing. Theodore Roethke humility self heart I learn by going where I have to go. Theodore Roethke learning education character
