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Theodore Roethke(1908–1963)

The Waking

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.