A Quote by Theodore Roethke on bitterness, force, sons, ugliness, and universe

Long live the weeds that overwhelm My narrow vegetable realm! The bitter rock, the barren soil That force the son of man to toil; All things unholy, marred by curse, The ugly of the universe.

Theodore Roethke (1908 - 1963)

Source: Long Live the Weeds

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