In a Dark Time … The Eye Begins to See

Although my favorite poems in Roethke’s “from The Lost Son and Other Poems” are probably “Cuttings, later,” “Moss-Gathering,” or “Last Words,” the most influential poem for me is “Dolor.” “Dolor” was one of the first poems I ever memorized, perhaps ironically, because then it somehow symbolized to me my experiences at The University of Washington, [...]