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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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Thursday, December 05, 2002
Comments
OK, so maybe I'm needy. I want feedback. Please comment here or on Around the Bend occasionally. I'd like to read your exchanges and see what you think. Others might comment on your comments. Who knows? You can be as anonymous or known as you choose. It's fun to lurk and sometimes there's nothing to say. Sort of like I am today. :-) Don't get me wrong. I appreciate your even reading this and enjoy it when I see you somewhere and you mention things I've written and comment then, but what about those of you I don't see or hear from otherwise? No mail, no calls, no comments, no feedback. How sad. (let's see if this works - pretty pitiful, right?) Yes, I know I'm not good a being a martyr, but I had to try!!
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