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 waking, Theodore Roethke
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