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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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Theodore Roethke (1908 – 1963) was one of the most accomplished and influential poets of his generation, having won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry and the National Book Award for Poetry on two occasions. Roethke was praised by former U.S. Poet Laureate James Dickey as “the greatest poet this country has yet produced.” Roethke was also a respected and influential poetry teacher who taught at the University of Washington for fifteen years.
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“What falls away is always. And is near.”
I’ve always loved this villanelle and often use it to introduce the form to students.
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Not having grown up in the US, I ‘met’ Theodore Roethke as an adult. And this poem – for me – is one that best represents his work. “What falls away is always. And is near.”
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“We think by feeling. What is there to know?”
The older I grow, the more deeply these lines resonate!
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Ah, this one. Always.
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This is one of the first poems I read as a teenager that truly spoke to me. The music, the imagery, the repetition, the fixed form… perfect.
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One of my favorite poets to emulate for a few years. This poem captures the heart of Roethke’s style.
Growing up next to the family greenhouse greened his poems from the start. His essays and notebooks are also still worth a read. Thanks for posting this again….
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“Great nature has another thing to do” and we hope she will be merciful in spite of our infractions.
The gods sent a poem that has spoken to me since I was in college; now it speaks with even more depth.
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This poem was sent out on March 20, 2024, but my wanky web platform sent it out again today December 19. Are the Gods speaking to us?
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This poem cannot be broadcast too often. Each time I read it it changes.
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I know exactly what you mean, Gerald.
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