To the Sea
To step over the low wall that divides Road from conerete walk above the shore Brings sharply back something known long before— The miniature gaiety of seasides. Everything crowds linder the low horizon: Steep beach, blue water, towels, red bathing caps, The small hushed waves'...
THEODORE ROETHKE
Open House
My secrets cry aloud. I have no need for tongue, My heart keeps open house, My doors are widely swung. An epic of the eyes My love, with no disguise.
My truths are all foreknown, This anguish self-revealed. I'm naked to the bone, With nakedness my shield. Myself is...