PoemThe Waking
Author / PoetTheodore Roethke
TagsSleep

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to 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 behind 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 lonely 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
Theodore Roethke
25 May 1908 - 1 Aug 1963
Region: North America
Period: Modernist
Movement: Confessional, Romanticism
Awards: National Book Award, Pulitzer Prize for Poetry

more poems by Theodore Roethke

Poem NameTopic
The Waking (1948)Field, Happy, Stream
Selections From I Am! Said The LambBlizzard, Ceiling, Chair
The PikeEye, Pool, Shadow
The Saginaw SongGlass, Plate, Stream
The VisitantCloud, Mountain, Stone
Root CellarBreath, Dark, Root
Big WindMorning, Rose, Storm
The Shape Of The FireFire, Flower, House
The VoiceBird, Heart, Tree
Journey into the InteriorInterior, Journey, Rain

all poems by Theodore Roethke

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