Apr 8, 2013
Still on the subject of travel, broadly and metaphorically defined, here is Theodore Roethke’s masterful villanelle, “The Waking,” which I’ve posted before, but not since I was a kid, three years ago. I paired it then with Edward Hirsch's "For the Sleepwalkers," which still makes a logical, nice, dreamy connection in my mind:
And here’s what readers and I said about the poem in April 2010:
I’ve always heard “The Waking” as a hymn or prayer, an anthem I usually fail to live up to, though I keep trying. If we cannot talk about—or even take time to think about—how “light takes the tree,” or to listen to our being “dance from ear to ear” (in our best moments), why are we arranging for gawking tours on perfume-y buses? Or cruises that fail?
Say, do those buses have restrooms these days?
Posted by Banjo52 at 11:03 AM