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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 cannot 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.
--Theodore Roethke
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Joy's Updates - Straight from the Horse's Mouth.
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Monday, June 17, 2002
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One of my high school English teachers Miss Eleanora Miller used to say, "Give me my flowers while I'm living." Emails from family, friends, co-workers, and students have been the most wonderful flowers! Thank you so much for them. Wow! I really do appreciate hearing from you, learning what's going on in your lives, and being back in touch with some of The Little Gifteds, as Brian calls you. :-) Thanks again!
7:34:00 AM
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