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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.”
Robert Frost shared both inner and outer weather with the tree at his window. Truly they are connected. Besides, the outer weather can sometimes just be so much fun!
Delivered by Radagast the Brown
To the People of Harlindon
What news does the West Wind bring today
From lands undying, far away?
Joy she brings from Westernesse
And comes with ocean waves cavorting,
While tall clouds in gallant dress
Ride on her back to watch the sporting.
Reaching the land
With no less than
A thousand thunder-voices snorting,
She laughs with glee;
Nor hill nor tree
Will be her headlong passage thwarting!
Blowing leaves and blowing paper
With the West wind dance and caper.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD