The poem describes the speaker waking up slowly and feeling connected to nature around them. They see learning as a process of experiencing the world through their senses and feelings. The speaker acknowledges they don't fully understand existence but finds peace in observing life and following their natural path at a gradual pace.
The poem describes the speaker waking up slowly and feeling connected to nature around them. They see learning as a process of experiencing the world through their senses and feelings. The speaker acknowledges they don't fully understand existence but finds peace in observing life and following their natural path at a gradual pace.
The poem describes the speaker waking up slowly and feeling connected to nature around them. They see learning as a process of experiencing the world through their senses and feelings. The speaker acknowledges they don't fully understand existence but finds peace in observing life and following their natural path at a gradual pace.
The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. She Walks in Beauty Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! 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?
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.