26 March 2008

Poems I love (1)

I first heard Roethke's The Waking many years ago when my then-boyfriend found it in an anthology that I used to keep by my bed (and in fact do, still, from time to time, keep by my bed). He already knew it and I remember he was so pleased that it was included in the book (an anthology of British and American poets, used by my brother in his college freshman English class). He read it out... And it was probably the first poem I'd heard as an adult that seemed to speak to me directly, about something important, and which I knew could not be described in any other form. I love its repetitions and its cadence. All the best poems have good cadence. I come back to it often. I can't imagine it not being part of my life.

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