Theodore Roethke


This elemental force
Was wrested from the sun;
A river’s leaping source
Is locked in narrow bone.

This wisdom floods the mind,
Invades quiescent blood;
A seed that swells the rind
To burst the fruit of good.

A pearl within the brain,
Secretion of the sense;
Around a central grain
New meaning grows immense.

spoken = Heather C. Liston