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Theodore Roethke

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To whom does this terrace belong? —
With its limestone crumbling into fine greyish dust,
Its bevy of bees, and its wind-beaten rickety sun-chairs?
Not to me, but this lizard,
Older than I, or the cockroach.
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"The Lizard," ll. 27-31

 
Theodore Roethke

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