A Poet Reflects

I return to the twittering of swallows above the water,
And that sound, that single sound,
When the mind remembers all,
And gently the light enters a sleeping soul,
A sound so thin it could not woo a bird,

—Theodore Roethke, from section 3 of “The Rose” in The Far Field (Doubleday, 1964)

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