Thursday, September 10, 2020

RE-READING THEODORE ROETHKE ~









Carnations


Pale blossoms, each balanced on a single joined stem,

And leaves curled back in elaborate Corinthian scrolls;

And the air cool, as if drifting down from wet hemlocks,

Or rising out of ferns not far from water,

A crisp hyacinthine coolness,

Like that clear autumnal weather of eternity,

The windless perpetual morning above a September cloud.




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Theodore Roethke