Monday, 3 January 2011

theodore roethke

In a Dark Time

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood--
A lord of nature weeping to a tree.
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.

What's madness but nobility of the soul
At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.
That place among the rocks--is it a cave,
Or a winding path? The edge is what I have.

A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is--
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.

Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?
A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.
The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.


Roxana said...

i love this so much i might borrow some lines for the bridge, at some point! what does "wrocks" mean? it is not in my dictionary.

swiss said...

what does wrocks mean? i think you'll find that in your colloquial dictionary menaing - he can;t type very well and doesn;t use a spell checker! ; )

swiss said...

it is good tho. i don't read roethke often and then not much but when i do i find i get stuck in one poem, like this one and find so much within it. glad you liked it.