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 (1908–1963)
“I remember the neckcurls, limp and damp as tendrils;
And her quick look, a sidelong pickerel smile;
And how, once startled into talk, the light syllables leaped for
her.”
—Theodore Roethke (1908–1963)
“Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch,
Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the dark,”
—Theodore Roethke (1908–1963)
“When I saw that clumsy crow
Flap from a wasted tree,
A shape in the mind rose up:”
—Theodore Roethke (1908–1963)
“Over the low, barnacled, elephant-colored rocks,
Come the first tide-ripples, moving, almost without sound, toward
me,
Running along the narrow furrows of the shore, the rows of dead clam shells;”
—Theodore Roethke (1908–1963)