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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.
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