All women loved dance in a dying light. This beautiful and somewhat mysterious line sets a certain tone. Oxfam gem! My writing mentor recommended this to me as my work reminded him of Roethke's "Memory". In retrospect, it was truly a grand compliment because that is one of his best pieces. Roethke clearly believed in reworking the essence of the greats and paying homage. His references included Blake, WCW, Yeats, and Auden, to name just a few. Interestingly, there is a plot twist as Roethke then influenced Sylvia Plath. However, many of his poems felt like dogged reiterations of the same idea. One can only read about light, desire, leaf, death, and stone so many times. Yes, these are essentials of life, but in a collection of this size, more evolution was expected. And then, Roethke went off and wrote a string of nonsense poems that wouldn't be out of place in the oeuvre of Lewis Carroll. It was a bizarre choice, but it was fine.
He did emerge victorious on a line level. His lines were stupendous! But his poems as a whole didn't often rivet me. I think Roethke would have been an entertaining professor though. I read that he once climbed through his classroom's window and made faces at his students from outside. There is also a tender ode to a student who died young found in this collection. You can tell that Roethke's Christian roots lingered, alongside his interest in mysticism. "Make me, O Lord, at last, a simple thing / Time cannot overwhelm."
I often find myself turning to the works of Roethke when I am in need of a reminder of the less analytical side of life. His poetry is truly beautiful and has the remarkable ability to relax the boundaries of our mundane experiences.
Reading and re-reading his words allows me to escape from the pressures of daily life and enter a world of pure emotion and imagination. The cadence and rhythm of his poetry have a soothing effect on the mind, calming the chaos and allowing for a moment of peace and reflection.
Roethke's work is a testament to the power of language and the ability of poetry to touch the deepest parts of our souls. It serves as a reminder that there is more to life than just the rational and the analytical, and that sometimes, it is important to let go and simply experience the beauty and wonder of the world around us.