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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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Wednesday, January 22, 2003
Disclosure
Can you believe Pepys' Diary is now a blog? Check it out. It really is. I learned about it (as I have many fascinating things) from Scaryduck (I agree with his post today about Orwellian fears that are now realities). I tell you this at the risk of giving more reading assignments. Notice that I only suggested that you check out The Diary of Samuel Pepys online, not read it in its entirety, which of course I'm sure you did during the survey of English Lit course you took even though only the excerpt in your anthology was required. If you were like that in college, I'm sure I didn't know you. I was too busy trying to improve my social skills. My GPA is proof of that.
11:15:00 AM
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