“The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.”

— Theodore Roethke

"My Papa's Waltz," ll. 1-4
The Lost Son and Other Poems (1948)

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American poet 1908–1963

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