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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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Friday, November 12, 2004
Excerpt from Article by Alicia Ostriker
Probably the state of the nation will get worse before it gets better. Yet now we can hear each other, we can talk, we can plan. I like the Martin Luther King Jr. line that says, "The arc of history is long, but it tends toward justice." And for the immediate present, I remind myself of some lines by the poet Anne Sexton:
"Depression is boring, I think,
And I would do better to make
Some soup and light up the cave."
Twice nominated for NatBookAward, Alicia Ostriker, author of nine volumes of poetry, teaches at Rutgers University. C 2004 Newsday
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