Theodore Roethke





Love’s Progress

1
The possibles we dare!
O rare propinquity! —
I have considered and found
A mouth I cannot leave.
The great gods arch my bones.

2
The long veins of the vine
Journey around a tree;
Light strides the rose;
A woman’s naked in water,
And I know where she is.

3
True, she can think a bird
Until it broods in her eyes.
Love me, my violence,
Light of my spirit, light
Beyond the look of love.

4
It’s midnight on the mouse,
The rabbit, and the wren;
A log sings in its flame.
Father, I’m far from home,
And I have gone nowhere.

5
The close dark hugs me hard,
And all the birds are sone.
I fear for my own joy;
I fear myself in the field,
For I would drown in fire.