LXIII

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.”

Well, as a Southerner, maybe I’m a sucker for a Lost Cause.  We end this symphony of protest about the condition of the Poetic Arts with a serious statement of an Alternative.  (It is a Spenserian Sonnet, naturally.)  As one of Flannery O’Connor’s characters says in response to the objection that “People have quit doing that,” “They ain’t quit doing it as long as I’m doing it.”  Amen, say I.  And maybe Lantern Hollow Press and its readers are proof that I am not alone in trying to keep real Poetry alive in this decadent world.  Long live the Faithful Remnant, and may their tribe increase!

ARS POETICA

A Musical Suite in Four Movements

(Continued)

IV

Hymn to the Logos

(For Solo Non-Conformist)

My search for Freedom always led to Form,

And only there could I find liberty.

Inside myself, I found a raging storm

That had to be bound e’er I could be free.

I sought a channel for my energy

Though which my will could then direct its flow

That it not splash into eternity

And dissipate itself, but rather go

Toward some goal.  My soul was my own foe

And often tried to break out, marring all.

And yet, by God’s grace, I have come to know

Who my Redeemer is, and what my fall.

He it is who harnesses the storm

And gives, in life and verse, Freedom and Form.

 

Remember: for more poetry like this, go to https://www.createspace.com/3562314 and order Stars Through the Clouds!  Also look for Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest book from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.  https://www.createspace.com/3767346.

Donald T. Williams, PhD

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About gandalf30598

Theologian, philosopher, poet, and critic; minister of the Gospel who makes his living by teaching medieval and renaissance literature; dual citizen of Narnia and Middle Earth.

Posted on June 7, 2012, in Donald Williams, Edmund Spenser, Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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