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In the fourth and final section we are given an image of the protean self that survives time and circumstances:

The lost self changes,

Turning toward the sea,

A sea-shape turning around,—

An old man with his feet before the fire,

In robes of green, in garments of adieu.

“The garb is symbolic,” Blessing argues, “for the green of the robes suggests perpetual renewal, while the ‘garments of adieu' hint at a ceaseless falling away.”
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This is the third stage of illumination, where a strong sense of the transcendental self is attended by an increase in psychic energy. Roethke goes on to describe “the final man” who emerges from this contemplation:

His spirit moves like a monumental wind

That gentles on a sunny blue plateau.

He is the end of things, the final man.

Critics all point to Stevens's “Asides on the Oboe” as the source of Roethke's formulation:

In the end, however naked, tall, there is still

The impossible possible philosophers' man,

The man who has had the time to think enough,

The central man, the human globe, responsive

As a mirror with a voice, the man of glass,

Who in a million diamonds sums us up.
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Yet Emerson's notion of the “true man” who stands at the center of his culture and speaks with authority underlies both Stevens and Roethke; “The Poet,” Emerson wrote in his journal, “should install himself and shove all usurpers from their chairs by electrifying mankind with the
right tone, long wished for, never heard. The true centre thus appearing, all false centres are suddenly superseded, and grass grows in the Capitol.”
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The poem's last stanza essentially expounds its first line: “All finite things reveal infinitude”—the main theme of the poem. It moves toward the beautiful summary lines:

The pure serene of memory in one man,—

A ripple widening from a single stone

Winding around the waters of the world.

One thinks immediately of the notebook entry: “All the present has fallen: I am only what I remember.” As the sum of the conscious and unconscious minds, the memory contains within its sphere the entire universe. And each man stands at the center of this universe sending out his imagination like the stone whose ripples widen around the world. Fully attuned to the harmonies of nature, this “final man” is also similar to Wallace Stevens's Nomad Exquisite who creates the world around her:

As the immense dew of Florida

Brings forth

The big-finned palm

And green vine angering for life,

.    .    .    .    .    .

So, in me, come flinging

Forms, flames, and the flakes of flames.
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In Roethke's art the memory becomes, finally, a stage whereon the poem of the mind is enacted.

“The Rose,” which brings “North American Sequence” to its conclusion, embodies Roethke's most complete presentation of the mystical Way of Illumination. Like Dante, Yeats, and Eliot before him, Roethke places the rose at the summit of his vision, suggesting that he has at last attained that “imperishable quiet at the heart of form” wished for in “The Longing.” Three stages of illumination can be clearly discerned: awareness of the Absolute, heightened perception, awakening of the transcendental self. The poem opens with an emphasis on the physical place where this illumination happens; the poet says:

There are those to whom place is unimportant,

But this place, where sea and fresh water meet,

Is important.

(
CP
, p. 202)

Here the eternal and temporal realms intersect, and a whelm of images follows—a Whitmanesque catalogue of American birds. Special significance is allotted the kingfisher, whose wings flash in the sun (reminiscent of Hopkins's kingfishers catching fire). The meditator asks himself:

Was it here I wore a crown of birds for a moment

While on a far point of the rocks

The light heightened,

And below, in a mist out of nowhere,

The first rain gathered?

The succession of images increases the poet's awareness of the eternal presence, the Absolute.

The second section takes us back to the greenhouse and the rose symbol as the poet explores memory once again. Meditation always takes one into the past, as we have seen. Now, standing by the sea, the speaker sees a “rose in the seawind.” This rose stays in one place even as the wind blows over it: a still point of the turning world. This vision triggers the crucial memories of a childhood paradise. Roethke says:

And I think of roses, roses,

White and red, in the wide six-hundred-foot greenhouses,

And my father standing astride the cement benches,

Lifting me high over the four-foot stems, the Mrs. Russells, and his own elaborate hybrids,

And how those flowerheads seemed to flow toward me, to beckon me, only a child, out of myself.

So he asks the central question: “What need for heaven, then / With that man, and those roses?”
There
was his earthly paradise, where Otto was God. Nothing more was needed. Through the use of memory—memory brought to new life via meditation—the lost Eden of childhood is restored; the “paradise within” promised to Adam by the Archangel Michael is realized.

The third section of the poem, in the usual manner of the meditative genre, provides a series of concrete details for contemplation. The Michigan landscape is recalled, its birds, flora and fauna, its various weathers. And Whitman presides over these stanzas like an attendent spirit; the flexible, long lines echo the master throughout. The poet says: “Beautiful my desire, and the place of my desire.” He refuses to feel guilty about his desires; rather, he blesses their presence. This is a positive restatement of Blake's wonderful Proverb of Hell: “He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.”
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The fourth and final section of the meditation brings the speaker back
into the present; the Pacific Northwest seacoast replaces the Midwest landscape. The Absolute, embodied in the mystical rose, which is a literal rose swaying in the sea-wind, reveals itself. The poet's self,
not
merging with the Absolute (which would entail the final stage of union), gives way to the transcendent self. The poet says:

Near this rose, in this grove of sun-parched, wind-warped madronas,

Among the half-dead trees, I came upon the true ease of myself,

As if another man appeared out of the depths of my being,

And I stood outside myself,

Beyond becoming and perishing,

A something wholly other.

This is ecstasy in its root sense of being “beside oneself.”

A summary image of the rose, “this rose in the seawind, / Rooted in stone, keeping the whole of light” completes the poem. We inevitably recall the final image of the
Four Quartets:

And all shall be well and

All manner of thing shall be well

When the tongues of flame are in-folded

Into the crowned knot of fire

And the fire and the rose are one.
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Both Roethke and Eliot attempt to “redeem the time,” to discover the timeless moment
in time
, for—as Blake says—“Eternity is in love with the productions of time.”
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Roethke and Eliot rely on the same symbols: the kingfisher, the fire, and the rose; but Roethke eschews the Christian aspects of this symbolism. Whereas Eliot's symbols remain emblematic, Roethke's continually refer back to the literal level; his rose is a
rose for real
. Also, he does not share Eliot's concern for history; his personal history remains primary. Eliot, in this way, is anti-Romantic and consciously so.

As noted, Roethke's mysticism in general owes a great deal to Neo-Platonism, and his sea-rose bears close resemblance to the Plotinian One, the focus of all creation. Plotinus says:

The One does not aspire to us, to move around us; we aspire to it, to move around it…. We are always around The One. If we were not, we would dissolve and cease to exist. Yet our gaze does not remain fixed upon The One. When we look at it, we then attain the end of our desires and find rest. Then it is that, all discord past, we dance an inspired dance around it.
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By substituting the word “rose” for “The One” in the above passage, a fair paraphrase of the last part of Roethke's meditative poem would be accomplished. “The Rose” as a whole must be praised for its sureness of rhythm, its clarity, and its concision; it is Roethke's finest poem in this vein. Of course, we are expecting the poet to do the impossible here, to describe the ineffable. But given the intractable nature of his subject, Roethke manages to convey something of his personal ecstasy. “The poem speaks for itself,” says Staples, “and the skill with which all its elements are blended into one total impression of peace and harmony demands applause rather than explanation.”
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The brief sequence of “Love Poems” which follows looks meager beside the “North American Sequence,” with its vast spaces and detailed imagery. Nonetheless, a few poems stand out for their wit and passion. “Light Listened,” for example, recalls the energetic word-play of “I Knew a Woman”:

O what could be more nice

Than her ways with a man?

She kissed me more than twice

Once we were left alone.

Who'd look when he could feel?

She'd more sides than a seal.

(
CP
, p. 212)

Yet one could justifiably complain about most of the late love poems. Roethke often falls again into the trap of abstraction, forgetting the lessons of his apprenticeship. Now some of his verbal ploys have become mannerisms; for instance, “A green thing loves the green / And loves the living ground” in this poem echoes a number of similar lines in earlier poems. “Her Words,” “The Apparition,” “Her Reticence,” “Her Time,” and “Song” are uninteresting, mannered, and less vivid than their counterparts in
Words for the Wind
. But one lyric, “Wish for a Young Wife,” is of surpassing grace. Here Roethke identifies his beloved with a reptile, a creature of instinct. The age difference, which the title suggests, adds to the poignant sense of impending death highlighted by the last two lines:

My lizard, my lively writher,

May your limbs never wither,

May the eyes in your face

Survive the green ice

Of envy's mean gaze;

May you live out your life

Without hate, without grief,

And your hair ever blaze,

In the sun, in the sun,

When I am undone,

When I am no one.

(
CP
, p. 217)

The intensities of this poem—produced by the careful manipulations of vowel sounds and consonants, the breathless tone, the taut lyric structure, and the fierce emotion held in tight check—are all characteristic of Roethke in top form.

The same randomness from which the cycle of “Love Poems” suffers, especially by contrast with “North American Sequence,” also plagues the “Mixed Sequence.” The title, of course, prepares us for a miscellany, which is what we get. Familiar topics recur: the greenhouse, the father-florist, the need for a balancing feminine principle, the pure moment of mystical perception. Perhaps the most compelling of these poems is “The Abyss,” which returns to many techniques first used in
Praise to the End!
The poem's subject is, again, the mystic's progress through the various stages described by Underhill. It opens with the speaker in the middle of a spiritual crisis of an unspecified nature; Roethke employs the traditional symbol of the stairwell (found in mystical poems from those of St. John of the Cross to Eliot):

Is the stair here?

Where's the stair?

“The stair's right there,

But it goes nowhere.”

And the abyss? the abyss?

“The abyss you can't miss:

It's right where you are—

A step down the stair.”

(
CP
, p. 219)

This idea, the ever-presence of non-being, has been encountered before. But the abyss normally hides behind the bright objects that dazzle and mislead us into thinking everything is well. The first section ends with the wind slowing—the calm alerting us to an approaching storm.

As he encounters “that anguish of concreteness” again, the poet calls out:

Be with me, Whitman, maker of catalogues:

For the world invades me again,

And once more the tongues begin babbling.

And the terrible hunger for objects quails me:

The sill trembles.

He takes the caterpillar (a variant of his ubiquitous worm) for his chief symbol of mortality: “For I have moved closer to death, lived with death.” He dissociates himself from the eagle or kingfisher of “North American Sequence,” preferring now to consort with “a mole winding through earth” or a “night-fishing otter.” He courts the dark side of the universe, believing that self-affirmation demands a confrontation with non-being. This is the stage Underhill often calls Purgation, which involves a “deliberate recourse to painful experiences and difficult tasks.”
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The effort recalls the lost son's earlier descents into infernal regions of the unconscious mind.

The third section shows the poet in temporary withdrawal from the objects for which he hungered previously. Echoing Eliot, he says, “Too much reality can be a dazzle, a surfeit.” And he returns for imagery to the greenhouse, remembering an open door “in a florist's storeroom” and the subsequent “rush of smells.” He laments the “terrible violence of creation” which, like Blake, he identifies with the fall of man. But he goes on to argue that meditation can restore the calm and clarity of pure consciousness; he approaches the Oriental concept of the empty mind, the mind “linked back” to its source, which is the ultimate goal of yoga and religion in general (
re-ligio
). This illumination, however, is temporary, and the world of objects invades once again.

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