On 1st August 1963, that is 50 years ago tomorrow, the Michigan poet Theodore Roethke died of a heart attack whilst swimming. The former poet-in-residence at the University of Washington in Seattle was 55 years of age.
The following lines commence The Waking.-
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?