Theodore Roethke: "Once More, the Round"

What's greater, Pebble or Pond?
What can be known? The Unknown.
My true self runs toward a Hill
More! O More! visible.

Now I adore my life
With the Bird, the abiding Leaf,
With the Fish, the questing Snail,
And the Eye altering All;
And I dance with William Blake
For love, for Love's sake;

And everything comes to One,
As we dance on, dance on, dance on.

 

"Once More, the Round" by Theodore Roethke, from The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke (Anchor, 2011).

Art credit: "Man Dancing on Top of Mountain," photograph by G. Merrill.