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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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Saturday, November 02, 2002
Getting Out
I'm planning to go to see Steve Earle's play Karla tonight at the Belcourt. It's about the first woman to be executed in Texas by the death penalty since the Civil War. A friend told me about it. I didn't know about the BroadAxe Theater and their productions. I'll let you know how it is. Light entetainment, huh?
What amuses me is that I didn't go to the Southern Festival of Books, Centennial Park Art and Craft Fair, Oktoberfest, or several movies I want to see, but yet here I am going to see this downer play. Go figure!!
11:14:00 AM
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