Things I Didn't Know I Loved*
* If you are a dreamer, come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in! Come in!
(Shel Silverstein)
August 04, 2006
The Waking
Sleep is my drug of choice.
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.
Theodore Roethke
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Both, I guess.
I don't understand poems with mutli-syllabic words. I like things along the lines of:
"Jim who ran away from his nurse and was eaten by a lion".
That's a good solid poem that everyone should know.
So you think I shouldn't get them plucked?
PS WHAT's WITH the HV?!
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I don't understand poems with mutli-syllabic words. I like things along the lines of:
"Jim who ran away from his nurse and was eaten by a lion".
That's a good solid poem that everyone should know.
So you think I shouldn't get them plucked?
PS WHAT's WITH the HV?!
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