Tue, Aug. 30th, 2011, 10:56 pm
anyone lived in a pretty how town...

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.

Theodor Roethke

Tue, Aug. 30th, 2011, 02:04 pm
[info]gitikun@lj

Теперь я тоже буду знать, что Вы в совершенстве владеете английским.

Tue, Aug. 30th, 2011, 02:07 pm
[info]sswet@lj

Мон ами, не в совершенстве. Честно. Люблю звучание)