The Waking
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
~ Theodore Roethke ~
(The Collected Poems of Theodore
Roethke)
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