“What
we need is more people who specialize in the impossible.” – Theodore
Roethke
Born in Saginaw, Michigan on May 25, 1908 Roethke has been lauded as one of
America’s greatest 20th century poets. Winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for
his book The Waking and the National Book Award for Poetry –
for Words for the Wind and for The Far Field – Roethke shared
his talents both through his writing and as a longtime teacher of aspiring
writers. His legacy, in addition to inspiring and training
generations of students, is a diverse and lyrical body of
poetry. For Saturday’s Poem, here is Roethke's,
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 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.
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