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.”
Ever since I worked as an assistant in the Trinity Evangelical Divinity School Library during my seminary days, a library has been for me a wonderful metaphor of the world in all its fragile splendor. This feeling was reinforced when I became acquainted with that wonderful research facility, the University of Georgia’s main library. The following poem was inspired by the finding of a book that had been misfiled.
ODE TO A LIBRARY
(By One Who’s Been There
A million books and thrice that many cards
Interdependently interlocked and filed:
Physicists, philosopher, and bards,
Some readable by none, some by a child—
And if one thing’s misplaced, a frantic, wild
Search is precipitated. Chaos grins,
The staff fights back, but never completely wins.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD