I picked up a copy of Roethke’s The Far Field Last Poems in 1982. The book is still available and contains a number of his wonderful poems. Editions of his collected and selected poems are also available.
Here are the final stanza from “The Far Field,” my favorite poem of his.
All finite things reveal infinitude:
The mountain with its singular bright shade
Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow;
The after-light upon ice-burdened pines;
Odor of basswood on a mountain slope,
A scent beloved of bees;
Silence of water above a sunken tree;
The pure serene memory of one man,—
A ripple widening from a single stone
Winding around the waters of the world.
Theodore Roethke: Selected Poems, American Poets Project #16, 2005
The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke, Anchor Books, 1975.
The Far Field Last Poems, Theodore Roethke, Anchor Books,1971.