Pocket Poem: From ‘O Thou, Opening, O’ by Theodore Roethke

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From ‘O Thou, Opening, O’

by Theodore Roethke

The dark has its own light

A son has many fathers

Stand by a slow stream:

Hear the sigh of what is.

Be a pleased rock

On a plain day.

Waking’s

Kissing.

Yes.

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