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The Waking (1953) by: Theodore Roethke 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 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 the 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. *back one* *next poem* |
