August 24th, 2014

One More, the Round by Theodore Roethke

morris_bird_moonlight

What’s greater, Pebble or Pond?
What can be known? The Unknown.
My true self runs toward a Hill
More! O More! visible.

Now I adore my life
With the Bird, the abiding Leaf,
With the Fish, the questing Snail,
And the Eye altering All;
And I dance with William Blake
For love, for Love’s sake;

And everything comes to One,
As we dance on, dance on, dance on.


— Theodore Roethke

 

Opening painting: Bird Singing in Moonlight, 1938, by Morris Graves


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