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. 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.