The Poetry of Plants and Transplants
Just 59 and suffering from his second kidney failure, my brother's love of nature sheds light on Theodore Roethke’s 'The Waking.'
By Michael Judge
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.
I’ve recited those first three lines from Theodore Roethke’s villanelle “The Waking” hundreds of times throughout my life. But only now, in the winter of my 55th year, do I truly under…
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