“I’m/ A fish lurking close to a boat, a child holding the net”: from Roethke’s Recall this Heaven’s Light.

24 Jul

Once I was young, and walked a flowery way;

A greenhouse is its own eternity.


Form is a father: when I looked for form,

I found a leaf, and on the leaf a worm.


Whose lips dare speak? I fear the cold Therefore

And pass, unfeeling, at a feeling’s grave:

A child died here. I was that likely child.


Now I must go beyond:

Who else knows where I am? I’m

A fish lurking close to a boat, a child holding the net,

I live through my black tears, a child of light.

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