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.
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.
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.
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