Marin Forest, June 2008
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.
The same way truth clothes itself in language and takes the mind?
Posted by: Gagdad Bob at June 8, 2008 4:14 PMThe way love shows itself in deeds and takes the heart?
Posted by: askmom at June 8, 2008 7:53 PMThe way beauty clothes itself in form and takes the soul?
Posted by: Gagdad Bob at June 8, 2008 9:23 PMThe way silence can still us and soothe our wounds?
Posted by: Webutante at June 9, 2008 6:59 AM"It is impossible to speak in such a way that you cannot be misunderstood." -- Karl Popper N.B.: Comments are moderated to combat spam and may not appear immediately. Comments that exceed the obscenity or stupidity limits will be either edited or expunged.
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