40 Days of Poetry: Day 4: The Waking by Theodore Roethke
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In response to the Covid-19 outbreak around the globe, Synkroniciti will be posting a video of a poem every day for forty days. If you would like to participate, please …
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 …
My truths are all foreknown, This anguish self-revealed. I’m naked to the bone, With nakedness my shield. Myself is what I wear: I keep the spirit spare. ―Theodore Roethke, from …
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 …
Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light. —Theodore Roethke, The Stony Garden