Having devoted the previous post to poets writing about Theodore Roethke, I found yet another poem. Richard Murphy’s ‘The Poet on the Island’ is dedicated to him:‘On a wet night, laden with books for luggage, And stumbling under the burden of himself, He reached the pier, looking for a refuge. ………………. Safety on water, he … Continue reading ‘I am perfectly willing to appear ridiculous, absurd’: Roethke’s prose.