Gone the three ancient ladies
Who creaked on the greenhouse ladders,
Reaching up white strings
To wind, to wind
The sweet-pea tendrils, the smilax,
Nasturtiums, the climbing
Roses, to straighten
Carnations, red
Chrysanthemums; the stiff
Stems, jointed like corn,
They tied and tucked, –
These nurses of nobody else.
Quicker than birds, they dipped
Up and sifted the dirt;
They sprinkled and shook;
They stood astride pipes,
Their skirts billowing out wide into tents,
Their hands twinkling with wet;
Like witches they flew along rows
Keeping creation at ease;
With a tendril for needle
They sewed up the air with a stem;
They teased out the seed that the cold kept asleep, –
All the coils, loops, and whorls.
They trellised the sun; they plotted for more than themselves.

I remember how they picked me up, a spindly kid,
Pinching and poking my thin ribs
Till I lay in their laps, laughing,
Weak as a whiffet;
Now, when I’m alone and cold in my bed,
They still hover over me,
These ancient leathery crones,
With their bandannas stiffened with sweat,
And their thorn-bitten wrists,
And their snuff-laden breath blowing lightly over me in my first sleep.

Theodore Roethke, 1908-1963 – “Frau Bauman, Frau Schmidt, & Frau Schwartze” from Collected Poems


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4 responses

  1. oh that’s lovely. “Fist sleep” really? omg

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  2. yikes that’s an unfortunate typo. I fixed that…. Roethke has really wonderful poems about his childhood

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  3. HOLY COW I am totally stealing it. I thought “fist sleep” was the way we curl up, draw ourselves in as children sleeping.

    I’m stealing it. Don’t anyone else steal it! 🙂

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  4. Let it be known that “fist of sleep” is a phrase that only Mr Tom Hart can use. Anyone else attempting to use it will be fined.

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