#theodore roethke

[mournfulroses]

Theodore Roethke, from a poem titled "The Dream," featured in Love Is Like The Lion's Tooth: An Anthology of Love Poems

[soracities]

Theodore Roethke, from "Vernal Sentiment", The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke [ID'd]

[apoemaday]

The Waking

by 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.

[seekingstars]

THE MOMENT - Theodore Roethke

[roua-poemului]

“I gave her kisses back, and woke a ghost.”

— Theodore Roethke, The Waking; from ‘Four For Sir John Davies’.

[askyea-poesy]

Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.

Theodore Roethke

[oldwinesoul]

What's the winter for? To remember love.

// Theodore Roethke

[bitesizedpoetry]

Sylvia Plath, aged 28, from "Tulips", in a letter to Theodore Roethke (dated Thursday, 13 April 1961)