“The wind sharpened itself on a rock;
A voice sang:
:Pleasure on ground
:Has no sound,
:Easily maddens
:The uneasy man.
:* "The Shape of the Fire," ll. 40 - 45”

—  Theodore Roethke

The Lost Son and Other Poems (1948)

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