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Sunday Poetry

The Waking
— Theodore Roethke

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.

I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,

And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,

And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

I learn by going where I have to go.

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  • February 22, 2009, 2:24 pm Shell

    I’ve enjoyed both poems that you have shared over the weekend.

  • February 23, 2009, 1:25 pm Anonymous

    One of my favorites. Thanks!

    Rio

  • February 24, 2009, 10:42 am Beth Owl's Daughter

    Oh, you both are SO very welcome! Notice the theme I have going? 😉
    – Beth