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.”

One of the mysteries of Nature that holds endless fascination for me is the water cycle: from springs to rivers to lakes or the sea, from there by evaporation back to the sky to fall as rain and soak into the ground and bubble up in the springs again and start all over.  It is not only a condition of biological life but a picture of life and exchange.  I will come back to it time and time again.  Here the playfulness of something so profound was what caught my attention.

Toccoa Falls--"the beautiful" in Cherokee

Toccoa Falls–“the beautiful” in Cherokee: the most playful of waters.

A Question

Ask the Sage if he can tell

Why the water in the well

Bubbles up so merrily.

If he speaks about the chain

Of Sea and Sun and falling Rain,

And seeping Rocks, then verily

I swear he only tells but half.

“At what, then, does the water laugh?”

I ask him still, contrarily.

Monet captures the beauty of water better than anyone.

Monet captures the beauty of water better than anyone.

There must be something in its joys

Not covered by such critical toys

(I speculate but warily)

As the Pathetic Fallacy.

And if our sage were Pallas, she

Could surely say, summarily,

The thing the Moderns cannot tell

About the water in the well

Bubbling up so merrily.

Maybe a better sage to put this question to?

Maybe a better sage to put this question to?

Remember: for more poetry like this, go to https://lanternhollow.wordpress.com/store/ and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.



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 October 14, 2013, in Aesthetics, Donald Williams, Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Lovely!
    To quote one of my favorite passages from George MacDonald’s “The Princess and Curdie”

    “Then there are caverns full of water, numbingly cold, fiercely hot–hotter than any boiling water. From some of these the water cannot get out, and from others it runs in channels as the blood in the body: little veins bring it down from the ice above into the great caverns of the mountain’s heart, whence the arteries let it out again, gushing in pipes and clefts and ducts of all shapes and kinds, through and through its bulk, until it springs newborn to the light, and rushes down the Mountainside in torrents, and down the valleys in rivers–down, down, rejoicing, to the mighty lungs of the world, that is the sea, where it is tossed in storms and cyclones, heaved up in billows, twisted in waterspouts, dashed to mist upon rocks, beaten by millions of tails, and breathed by millions of gills, whence at last, melted into vapour by the sun, it is lifted up pure into the air, and borne by the servant winds back to the mountaintops and the snow, the solid ice, and the molten stream.”

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