When I go

a pome by Roethke, i like the re-versa-l of the normal discourse between sender receiver etc. He sort of reminds of Christopher Smart.

Theodore Roethke

When I go mad, I call my friends by phone:
I am afraid they might think
they're alone.

How stand to now near
its decades after a then
was now its alive not
fear weeps into the terrace

of his giving and sweet lamb
svelte tail of her spray whisper
my darling