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The Waking
Theodore Roethke
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? Of those so close beside me, which are you? Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how? Great Nature has another thing to do
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. |