Poem of the Week: “Cuttings,” by Theodore Roethke

Cuttings by┬áTheodore Roethke   This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks, Cut stems struggling to put down feet, What saint strained so much, Rose on such lopped limbs to a new life? I can hear, underground, that sucking and sobbing, In my veins, in my bones I feel it — The small waters seeping upward,Continue reading “Poem of the Week: “Cuttings,” by Theodore Roethke”