Quotation by Theodore Roethke

Over the low, barnacled, elephant-colored rocks,
Come the first tide-ripples, moving, almost without sound, toward
me,
Running along the narrow furrows of the shore, the rows of dead clam shells;
Theodore Roethke (1908–1963), U.S. poet. Meditation at Oyster River (l. 1–3). . .

Modern American Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (8th rev. ed., 1962) Harcourt, Brace and Company.
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