>From the Poem List today came Roethke's 'My Papa's Waltz.' I remember hearing Donald Gramm sing a setting of this poem but am damned if I can remember who the composer was. Anyone? MY PAPA'S WALTZ by 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. 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. Scott Morrison