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[silverflurry.livejournal.com]

My Papa's Waltz
by Theodore Roethke

The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother's countenance
Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.

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[juneflame.livejournal.com]

ohh. a lovely poem. i forget the brilliance of roethke until i read him again. thanks for reminding me *hastily goes off to look up roethke on www.plagiarist.com*

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[silverflurry.livejournal.com]

you're welcome! Glad you enjoyed it :)

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[watashi.livejournal.com]

I actually thought about posting this poem two days ago, but was too lazy to bother. I'm glad you posted it. It's one of my favorites.

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[silverflurry.livejournal.com]

Cool :)