I’ve recovered my tenderness by long looking;I’m a Socrates of small fury.The waves bends with the fish. I’m taughtAs water teaches stone. Believe me, extremest oriole,I can hear light on a dry day.The world is where we fling it; I’m leaving where I am.

I’ve recovered my tenderness by long looking;I’m a Socrates of small fury.The waves bends with the fish. I’m taughtAs water teaches stone. Believe me, extremest oriole,I can hear light on a dry day.The world is where we fling it; I’m leaving where I am.

– Theodore Roethke –

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