Where were the greenhouses going?

As you can see from the quote up there, I'm getting into Theodore Roethke these days. Right now I'm teaching his greenhouse poems in my summer class and I thought it would be fun to have my students draw the poems to get a sense of the full scope of his weird greenery. I love drawing poems--it not only produces cool results (new art for my office!) but also demystifies the interpretive process since it feels natural and not scary to decide how to draw something, even when it would be intimidating to say what it "means."

I drew the poem "Big Wind":

Where were the greenhouses going,
Lunging into the lashing
Wind driving water
So far down the river
All the faucets stopped?—

It's a cool poem. I wish I could draw better.

Floating Bridges

So I was thinking of starting this up again. I'm trying out a moody gray photo.