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Monday, January 03, 2005het sinterklaasgedicht dat ik van mijn broer kreeg. de eerste regel is van hem en de rest komt uit het gedicht The Waking van Theodore Roethke.Saint sat to thinking: 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. 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. 13:32 | posted by roel | |
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