I hold you
In my arms you rest
Above the rest
I lean on you
My head on your chest
It is a soft place to rest
I lie with you
Monday, June 4, 2007
My Best
I call to you
You are my best
Why bother with the rest
You call to me
I am your best
What of the rest
I am with you
You are my last
Above the rest
You are with me
I am your last
Above the rest
I hold you
In my arms you rest
Above the rest
I lean on you
My head on your chest
It is a soft place to rest
I lie with you
As we rest
We were just guests
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.
This poem reminds me a joke that I tell people. Whenever I do something that is harmful to my health, like drink too much diet coke or eat too many cheeseburgers, someone is always around to tell me that it is harmful and could cause early death. My response to "I have been dying since the day I was born". This poem isn't funny. It is a lesson. A lesson showing the reader that every waking moment brings us closer to the our last sleep. A moment that we should approach slowly, but consciously.
In this poem Roethke uses wake to talk about living and life and sleep as death. By using terms like sleep and wake it brings to my mind images of flowers wilting and dying in the fall only to awaken, come to life in the spring. Everything in nature has a cycle. A time frame when it must live/awake and a time frame when it must die/sleep.
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.
This poem reminds me a joke that I tell people. Whenever I do something that is harmful to my health, like drink too much diet coke or eat too many cheeseburgers, someone is always around to tell me that it is harmful and could cause early death. My response to "I have been dying since the day I was born". This poem isn't funny. It is a lesson. A lesson showing the reader that every waking moment brings us closer to the our last sleep. A moment that we should approach slowly, but consciously.
In this poem Roethke uses wake to talk about living and life and sleep as death. By using terms like sleep and wake it brings to my mind images of flowers wilting and dying in the fall only to awaken, come to life in the spring. Everything in nature has a cycle. A time frame when it must live/awake and a time frame when it must die/sleep.
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