Oct 07 2019

Theodore Roethke – In a Dark Time

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In a Dark Time
by Theodore Roethke

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood —
A lord of nature weeping to a tree,
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.

What’s madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day’s on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.
That place among the rocks — is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.

A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is —
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.

Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?
A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.
The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.

— from The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke, by Theodore Roethke

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Over the weekend I came across the following article:

“Emergency Poet” Opens Literary Pharmacy to Support Mental Health

Keele University in the UK has decided to open up what they are calling a “poetry pharmacy” to issue poetic therapy and first aid. They’ve set it up so you can move through rooms based on your particular need, everything from affairs of the heart to when the world is just too much.

I love this idea! We need a poetic first aid center in every community. I suppose, in my way, I try to do that with the Poetry Chaikhana.

If this idea intrigues you, an excellent book to read on the healing power of poetry is Poetic Medicine, by John Fox.

Thinking about poetry as medicine brought to mind this poem by Theodore Roethke…

This poem by Roethke is one of those poems to keep close in difficult times.

In a dark time, the eye begins to see

The struggle against despair, disorientation, darkness. The solitary individual lost in a lost world. We have all been there at some point in our lives. Deep seekers have a particular tendency to travel through those shadowed spaces.

I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.

That despair is often a deep-seated sense that something is fundamentally wrong with the human world presented to us. It can feel uncaring, limited, violent, broken, and incomplete. In other words, it is a place that does not accept the individual as he or she is. To operate in the human world, we are forced into games of pretense and self-disguise. It is a feeling of homelessness and isolation.

What does one do when the soul is at odds with circumstance? It creates a terrible crisis. As social creatures, we align with the group mind, often without awareness or consent. The more naturally we do this, the better we fit into society and exist in the human world. But what about the eccentrics and visionaries, those who resist that psychic pull in order to answer the soul’s need to be itself and see beyond social artifice?

The edge is what I have.

They tend to dwell at the edges. That is where both danger and possibility are found. There we gain the possibility of seeing clearly for the first time, witnessing reality as a complete and self-fulfilled individual.

But the danger is very real, as well. No longer relying on socially constructed reality as our boundary we also lose our safe landmarks. The psyche becomes disoriented and fragile.

To navigate this dark and uncertain territory, the seeker and the artist must cultivate a highly refined inner sense of balance and discipline. This is an important reason for developing a vigorous spiritual practice. Without the necessary inner solidity, the tendency is to rely on dangerous crutches, like excessive drinking and drug use — a terrible problem for so many creative non-conformists.

Think of it this way: The normal consensus reality is like the rigid shell of an egg. It does an excellent job of safely containing the still-forming individual, giving protection from exposure to the unknown outside reality. But, if the individual remains within that shell forever, the soul never experiences the fullness of life. Through spiritual practice, one awakens the fire of life and takes on inner solidity not dependent on outer containment. At that point, the shell has become too confining and we break free into the open air, cracking the shell but without fragmenting the self. Spiritual practice and deepening self-awareness gives us the inner solidity needed to encounter the new world.

…Those dark periods we experience, they do actually serve a purpose, awakening clarity of vision and a compassionate heart. When we feel most vulnerable and lost, we are often going through our greatest growth and transformation, readying for the blaze of light.

Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.

We must learn to work deeply amidst the darkness. We discover who we really are, slowly emerging from the shadows, for that is our stable landmark when all else shifts about.

The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.


Which poem do you keep close in your poetic medicine cabinet? What gives you comfort, clarity, or courage? Let me know.

Sending love.

Recommended Books: Theodore Roethke

Poetry for the Spirit: Poems of Universal Wisdom and Beauty The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke Theodore Roethke: Selected Poems On Poetry and Craft The Glass House: The Life of Theodore Roethke
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7 Responses to “Theodore Roethke – In a Dark Time”

  1. Annaon 07 Oct 2019 at 9:50 am

    Hi Ivan

    is there something wrong to the link to the article “Emergency Poet”?


  2. Ivan M. Grangeron 07 Oct 2019 at 10:50 am

    Anna, the link still works for me. Here is the full link: https://www.keele.ac.uk/discover/news/2019/october/emergency-poet/literary-pharmacy.php

    ~ Ivan

  3. jim carlinon 07 Oct 2019 at 9:50 am

    Sometimes oour light goes out
    but is blown again into flame by an
    encounter with another human being.
    Each of us owes the deepest thanks
    to those who have rekindled
    this inner light.
    Albert Schweitzer

  4. Annaon 07 Oct 2019 at 11:12 am


    the link still don’t work for me, but it doesn’t matter.
    Probably it is a sign, that I don’t have to seek
    another emergency poet, except Poetry Chaikhana!:)

    Have a joyful day!


  5. Mystic Meanderingon 08 Oct 2019 at 8:58 am

    I don’t just have one , but when I’m in that dark place I like to read poetry that reminds me of who “I” really am – at the Core of my Being. Lately it’s been reading Joan Ruvinsky’s version of the Pratyabhijnahrdayam (translated – The Recognition of the Self); an ancient 20 verse text, which she has put into poem form. And I also like the simple poems, like the one that Jim has posted above. Often what happens is I will come across something on blog or elsewhere that speaks to where I am in that moment… I like those the best, a message from the Universe 🙂

  6. Bob C. (Corbin)on 08 Oct 2019 at 4:35 pm

    I’ve used your “first aid station” many times, and the “medicine” almost always helps what seems to ail me. Of course I also come to Poetry Chaikhana for many other reasons.

  7. Annaon 09 Oct 2019 at 12:17 am

    Hi Ivan

    I wanted to let you know that all is OK with the link to Emergency Poet as well with the photo. Thank you.

    I can relate deeply with the wisdom and simplicity of haiku.

    It can allow one to feel a brief sensation of merging with the natural world and experience unity of the known Universe and beyond, dissolving the limitations of the oneself.

    Really a good ‘medicine’, without ‘side effects’!:)

    As Basho told his disciples, “in my view a good poem is one in which the form of the verse, and the joining of its two parts, seem light as a shallow river flowing over its sandy bed.”

    A caterpillar,
    this deep in fall–
    still not a butterfly.

    ~ Basho

    Along this road
    Goes no one;
    This autumn evening.

    ~ Basho

    And this is from me with gratitude and wishes for a calm, still autumn day!

    another autumn day
    the sound of a fallen leaf

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