Theodore Roethke

(1908 - 1963 / Michigan / United States)

The Waking (1948) - Poem by Theodore Roethke

I strolled across
An open field;
The sun was out;
Heat was happy.

This way!This way!
The wren's throat shimmered,
Either to other,
The blossoms sang.

The stones sang,
The little ones did,
And flowers jumped
Like small goats.

A ragged fringe
Of daisies waved;
I wasn't alone
In a grove of apples.

Far in the wood
A nestling sighed;
The dew loosened
Its morning smells.

I came where the river
Ran over stones:
My ears knew
An early joy.

And all the waters
Of all the streams
Sang in my veins
That summer day.

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  • (7/1/2011 6:42:00 AM)

    Wonderfully conveys a sense of joy. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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