Tuesday, the New Monday
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.
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.
posted by lisa schamess @ 06:54
2 Comments:
Hi, it's me again. I'd planned to stay away, but now I must share a poem I wrote in college. I was a junior, but the poem is sophmoric.
Acceptance
"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."
-- Roethke, "The Waking"
Words scribbled by you,
carelessly,
in the margins of the essay
I had worked on
long nights
and prayed you would think was
smart,
referred me one
with greater wisdom,
you said,
than your own.
I did not read the poem
until one day
I woke,
to find you
waking still.
Welcome back, Anon. Last stanza is especially nice. See you now and then, I hope...
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