#Theodore roethke

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Andrew Wyeth, The Corner (Dry-brush), 1953, The Delaware Art Museum

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(excerpt from) The Far Field

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I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel, Of driving alone, without luggage, out a long peninsula, The road lined with snow-laden second growth, A find dry snow ticking the windshield, Alternate snow and sleet, no on-coming traffic, And no lights behind, in the blurred side-mirror, The road changing from glazed tarface to a rubble of stone, Ending at last in a hopeless sand-rut, Where the car stalls, Churning in a snowdrift Until the headlights darken. —Theodore Roethke, from The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke (Doubleday, 1992).

[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

[apoemaday]

No Bird

by Theodore Roethke

Now here is peace for one who knew The secret heart of sound. The ear so delicate and true Is pressed to noiseless ground.

Slow swings the breeze above her head, The grasses whitely stir; But in this forest of the dead No bird awakens her.

[entheognosis]

Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries.

Theodore Roethke

[derangedrhythms]

The roses kept breathing in the dark.

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

[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

[cataclysmictide]

EVERYTHING IS ALL REUSED!!!!!!!!

deja vu - olivia rodrigo/i bet you think about me - taylor swift/unknown/the black dog - taylor swift/deja vu - olivia rodrigo/cardigan - taylor swift/brideshead revisited (1945)/unknown/deja vu - olivia rodrigo/unknown/unknown/cardigan - taylor swift/straw for the fire: from the notebooks of theodore roethke/the black dog - taylor swift/deja vu - olivia rodrigo

[vydia-killa]

Epidermal Macabre

“Indelicate is he who loathes

The aspect of his fleshy clothes, —

The flying fabric stitched on bone,

The vesture of the skeleton,

The garment neither fur nor hair,

The cloak of evil and despair,

The veil long violated by

Caresses of the hand and eye.

Yet such is my unseemliness:

I hate my epidermal dress,

The savage blood's obscenity,

The rags of my anatomy,

And willingly would I dispense

With false accouterments of sense,

To sleep immodestly, a most

Incarnadine and carnal ghost.”

-Theodore Roethke

One of my all time favorite macabre pieces and my favorite poem

[lillyli-74]

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

~Theodore Roethke

[soracities]

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

[soulmaking]

[asoftepiloguemylove]

I'M HAUNTED

Theodore Roethke Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke // Halsey Haunting // Mitch Albom Have a Little Faith: a True Story // Phoebe Bridgers Stranger in the Alps album cover // Emily Dickinson One Need Not be a Chamber - to be Haunted // Avina St. Graves Skin of a Sinner // Coldplay The Scientist // Leo Voronsky to Catherine II The Great // A Ghost Story (2017) dir. David Lowery // Lyra Kuhn Being a Woman is Inherently Uncanny: An Interview with Carmen Maria Machado // Taylor Swift Haunted

[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

[sopstvena]

Theodore Roethke, "The Signals"

[derangedrhythms]

What burns me now? Desire, desire, desire. 

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