Theodore Roethke ( /ˈrɛtki/ RET-kee; May 25, 1908 – August 1, 1963) was an American poet, who published several volumes of poetry characterized by its rhythm, rhyming, and natural imagery. He was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1954 for his book, The Waking, and he won the annual National Book Award for Poetry twice, in 1959 for Words for the Wind and posthumously in 1965 for The Far Field.
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Famous quotes by theodore roethke:
“Do I imagine he no longer trembles
When I come close to him?
He seems no longer to tremble.”
—Theodore Roethke (19081963)
“In the first of the moon,
Alls a scattering,
A shining.”
—Theodore Roethke (19081963)
“But still the delicate slips keep coaxing up water;
The small cells bulge;
One nub of growth
Nudges a sand-crumb loose,”
—Theodore Roethke (19081963)
“But she rode it out,
That old rose-house,
She hove into the teeth of it,”
—Theodore Roethke (19081963)
“Last night you lay a-sleeping? No!
The room was thirty-five below;
The sheets and blankets turned to snow.
MHed got in: Dirty Dinky.”
—Theodore Roethke (19081963)