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In a Theodore Roethke mood….

2010/10/08

Here’s a lovely one about adolescence.  I found it here.

Pickle Belt  
by Theodore Roethke
The fruit rolled by all day.
They prayed the cogs would creep;
They thought about Saturday pay,
And Sunday sleep.

Whatever he smelled was good:
The fruit and flesh smells mixed.
There beside him she stood,--
And he, perplexed;

He, in his shrunken britches,
Eyes rimmed with pickle dust,
Prickling with all the itches
Of sixteen-year-old lust.
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2 Responses to “In a Theodore Roethke mood….”

  1. Jingle Says:

    thanks for sharing his work,
    love it.

  2. Sandy Says:

    Neato. Just reposted on Facebook.


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