Waking Early Sunday Morning by Robert Lowell
For Theodore Roethke by Robert Lowell
“I LEAVE MY FATHER’S EYE”
– Theodore Roethke
I stumble into the pool, my fall
checked by the cleanest water
until I put my head down my feet up.
Enveloped by a field of light striking water,
my heart firmly clenches, closes like a rose
turns away from the setting sun.
Swallowing hard, become heavier than air.
Sink out of sight undone, my tongue
turns to stone.
-Victor Enns, written in the 1990s I think.
Funny, not nearly as good as I remember. But dig the stamp!