Dr. C,
I have read several of Roethke's other poetry. His work is definitely much easier for me to read and understand then Lowell's. Lowell stated he had a difficult time writing as Roethke had. In this extension of Roethke's work, I feel Lowell purposefully used extra descriptive words to imitate what Roethke produced. Roethke would describe nature and the surrounding environment in many of his poems. An example I like is from The Lost Son by Theodore Roethke. (5. It was beginning winter--pp. 2270)
It was beginning winter,
An in-between time,
The landscape still partly brown,
The bones of weeds kept swinging in the wind,
Above the blue snow.
It was beginning winter,
The light moved slowly over the frozen field,
Over the dry seed-crowns,
The beautiful surviving bones
Swinging in the wind.
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One can easily imagine the image Roethke is attempting to portray. He uses simplistic wording, moving from one object to the next. This simplistic nature and beauty of Roethke's poetry is what makes it a mastery. I agree with Lowell on that point.
In For Theodore Roethke, Lowell uses many more words to describe the image he wanted to portray. For example,
All night you wallowed through my sleep,
then in the morning you were lost
in the Maine sky---close, cold and gray,
smoke and smoke-colored cloud.
I can sense Lowell's difficulty with using nature as imagery as Roethke has done, using 5 different words/phrases to describe the coldness and darkness of the image/feeling. He continues this pattern by writing 2 different aquatic diving birds in the next verse. I particularly love Lowell's descriptive words regarding power and control, such as reptilian and devolving. Roethke would describe an image and usually move to the next line. It seems Roethke was able to portray his imagery in his poetry in a more natural manner than Lowell could.
I do feel both authors are very descriptive in their work and it was very interesting to learn about Roethke and Lowell and read their poetry. My favorite poem by Roethke is the Fourth Meditation in Meditations of an Old Woman. I can relate to this poem well, as many women go through struggles to find their own identity in the everyday life.