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.”
Any excuse will do for a pun, as you will see from the title. This Common Flicker, a large, ground-feeding woodpecker that looks like an overgrown Brown Thrasher with a chevron of bright red on the back of his neck, was remembered from the back yard of the house in Athens, actually. In a way to make Wordsworth proud, he was “recollected in tranquility” two years after his actual appearance.
A Flicker of Hope
The world was thick, gray fog and shiny, black
Uplifted limbs of trees, and falling rain,
And mud and water running in the track
And dripping from the twigs. My window pane
Could scarcely shut it out; into my brain
It came without resistance, wet and cold,
And drumming endlessly its dull refrain
Of all things growing, slowly growing old.
For weeks, thus. Once more into bed I rolled
And woke to find the rain had turned to dew
And all the dew the sun had turned to gold.
Colaptes Auratus, the Common Flicker, flew
Into my garden. Nothing was less true
About him than the “common” in his name.
A more uncommon creature never drew
The sunlight with such concentrated aim
To fan his chevroned shoulders into flame:
Sharp red amidst the gold upon the brown-
Piled rug of pinestraw into which he came
To look for bugs to eat. I hope he found
Some juicy ones; I know that he brought down
With him the wind that drove the clouds away
And scattered all that gold upon the ground.
And I would give much more than bugs for pay,
After such a damp and dark dismay,
To see again the long-lost light of day.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD