Poems

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 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 take the Tree; but who can tells us how?

The lonely worm climbs up a winding stair;

I wake to sleep, and 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 always. And is near.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

I learn by going where I have to go.

BY: THEODORE ROERHKE