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The
Waking
By
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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