Daily Archives: January 31, 2011
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Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
It is good to have experienced Winter as a metaphor for a bleak eternity, as the oppressive and inexorable descent of entropy over the universe at the end of time when all the stars have gone out. It teaches you that Spring does come after all, that death is not the final word, even as it forces you to take death’s role as the final enemy with full seriousness. If Spring is the Resurrection, then Fall is this life. And every cycle of the seasons gives you a new chance to appreciate and try to grasp these metaphors and the mystery they hint at.
I stand on the knife-edge ‘twixt Autumn and Winter
And watch the spent leaves blow.
To remember is to be
And to love, to know—
The leaves are turned to snow.
And that horizon
And those trees
Arranged in just that way that I now see
Give just the very faintest ray
Of hope that this long Winter may
Indeed, at long, long last, give way
It is good, I say, to have lived in the upper Midwest and learned such lessons. It is also good to have come back to the South so that one can remember them in the lingering beauty of a proper Spring or Fall!
Donald T. Williams, PhD