My Papa's Waltz

My Papa's Waltz - The hand that held my wrist Was battered...

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My Papa's Waltz – Theodore Roethke The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself.
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Unformatted text preview: The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt....
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This note was uploaded on 02/13/2011 for the course ENGL 220 taught by Professor Blah during the Spring '08 term at CUNY Hunter.

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