At times we are judged by others. For instance, you may have seen bats and formed an impression about them. Your impressions may vary from that of someone else’s. Here’s a poem on the bat. Read on...
By day the bat is cousin to the mouse.
He likes the attic of an aging house.
His fingers make a hat about his head.
His pulse beat is so slow we think him dead.
He loops in crazy figures half the night
Among the trees that face the corner light.
But when he brushes up against a screen,
We are afraid of what our eyes have seen:
For something is amiss or out of place
When mice with wings can wear a human face.
Theodore Roethke was born in Michigan - U.S. In 1957 he published a collection of works that included forty three new poems titled WORDS FOR THE WIND for which he was awarded many titles. During the last years of his life, he had composed sixty one new poems that were published as THE COLLECTED POEMS in 1964 which received the National Book Award in 1966.