August 14th, 2008

Theodore Roethke: Night Crow

When I saw the clumsy crow
Flap from a wasted tree,
A shape in the mind rose up:
Over the gulfs of dream
Flew a tremendous bird
Further and further away
Into a moonless black,
Deep in the brain, far back.



1 Response to 'Theodore Roethke: Night Crow'
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  • Kelly

    Is this the entire poem?