Lines for Roethke Twenty Years after His Death

June 24, 2019

by Duane Niatum (Salish) IYou asked us to hear the softest vocable of wind,whether slow or swift, rising or falling to earth,its fragments will drop in to place in the end.You said, believe, endure, the ironies of birth!If we succeeded in sleeping like thorns on a rose,the nerves awake to the pulse, folklore of the…
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