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. — Theodore Roethke, The Collected Poems
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. — Theodore Roethke, The Collected Poems
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. — Theodore Roethke, The Collected Poems
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. — Theodore Roethke, The Collected Poems
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. — Theodore Roethke, The Collected Poems
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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.

— Theodore Roethke, The Collected Poems
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