Elegy for Jane by Theodore Roethke

Elegy for Jane

(My student, thrown by a horse)

I remember the neckcurls, limp and damp as tendrils;
And her quick look, a sidelong pickerel smile;
And how, once startled into talk, the light syllables leaped for her,
And she balanced in the delight of her thought,

A wren, happy, tail into the wind,
Her song trembling the twigs and small branches.
The shade sang with her;
The leaves, their whispers turned to kissing,
And the mould sang in the bleached valleys under the rose.

Oh, when she was sad, she cast herself down into such a pure depth,
Even a father could not find her:
Scraping her cheek against straw,
Stirring the clearest water.

My sparrow, you are not here,
Waiting like a fern, making a spiney shadow.
The sides of wet stones cannot console me,
Nor the moss, wound with the last light.

If only I could nudge you from this sleep,
My maimed darling, my skittery pigeon.
Over this damp grave I speak the words of my love:
I, with no rights in this matter,
Neither father nor lover

Theodore Roethke 1908-1963

Theodore Roethke
Born: 25 May 1908, Michigan, USA
Nationality: American
Died: 1 August 1963, Washington, USA

Roethke was a highly regarded poet considered to be one of the most accomplished poets of his generation. He won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1954 for his book “The Waking”, and the National Book Award for Poetry on two occasions: in 1959 for “Words for the Wind” and posthumously in 1965 for “The Far Field”. Roethke’s work is characterized by introspection, natural imagery, and its rhythm