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.”
Whenever I’m back in Athens, Georgia, I always come up this hill (North from campus before heading right and downhill over the Oconee River to pick up North Avenue to Hwy. 106 N, heading out of town toward Toccoa) to see if the vision is there. But you have to live there and do it every day to have much of a chance of catching it. I’m glad that once I did.
On What may be Seen while Looking
North from a Ridge-Top in Athens, Georgia
Looking up (as I have often done),
You see three ridges marching North from here,
Unless the mist should melt them into one.
But on rare days—say, eight or ten a year—
When some storm’s maybe blown the air as clea
As it can ever get, the sun goes down
And in its rays obliquely seems to peer
Across the ridges’ backs, as if it found
Some vision there worth staring at. The town
Grows silent as the day draws to its close,
And one lone walker looks up from the ground
And stops dead still and stares—and stares—and knows
The sun’s sight: Empty air before his eye
Splits open, and the mountains fill the sky!
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Donald T. Williams, PhD