What have I done, dear God, to deserve this perpetual feeling that I'm almost ready to begin something really new?
Theodore RoethkeI am overwhelmed by the beautiful disorder of poetry, the eternal virginity of words.
Theodore RoethkeIn this place of light: he dares to live Who stops being a bird, yet beats his wings Against the immense immeasurable emptiness of things.
Theodore RoethkeO Lord, may I never want to look good. O Jesus, may I always read it all: out loud and the very way it should be. May I never look at the other findings until I have come to my own true conclusions: May I care for the least of the young: and become aware of the one poem that each may have written; may I be aware of what each thing is, delighted with form, and wary of the false comparison; may I never use the word "brilliant."
Theodore Roethke