--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, TurquoiseB <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "lurkernomore20002000" > <steve.sundur@> wrote: > > > > > > What "grade" poetry is this? One of my favorites. > > > > THE FORCE THAT THROUGH THE GREEN FUSE DRIVES THE FLOWER > > No idea. Whatever grade it seems like to you. > > If I were to continue the poetry-rated-by-level- > of-education metaphor, however, here's one that's > probably at the Ph.D. level or above: > > > Near the rose, in this grove of > sun-parched, wind-warped madrones > Among the half-dead trees, I came > upon the true ease of myself, > As if another person appeared out of > the depths of my being, > And I stood outside myself, > Beyond becoming and perishing. > A something wholly other, > As if I swayed out on the wildest > wave alive, And yet was still. > And I rejoiced in being what I was. > > - Theodore Roethke >
Roethke: Ph.D. navel-gazing. Dylan Thomas: Fabulous!
