Yes, Roethke is great. One of the first poets I ever read when I was first getting hooked on poetry (Roethke, cummings, and Keats were the ones who reeled me in). Here's another very short one he wrote:
Child on Top of a Greenhouse
The wind billowing out the seat of my britches,
My feet crackling splinters of glass and dried putty,
The half-grown chrysanthemums staring up like accusers,
Up through the streaked glass, flashing with sunlight,
A few white clouds all rushing eastward,
A line of elms plunging and tossing like horses,
And everyone, everyone pointing up and shouting!
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