Have I told you that I adore the poetry of Theodore Roethke? I do. Just so you know. In fact, I would (someday) like to go to the place where he died. It's a zen garden on Bainbridge Island, I believe. That isn't what it was when he died there. At the time, it was a swimming pool owned by a family that had befriended him. He drowned ( ( Read more... )