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.”
The Spenserian Sonnet, with its interlocking rhyme scheme, has a subtler movement than the Shakespearean, but still comes to rest in a decidedly final couplet. Meanwhile, it encourages enjambment, not only of lines but of quatrains too. I find it useful in writing about concepts too mysterious to be fit into the precise linear march of the Shakespearean form—not irrational (free verse for that!) but transrational, if we can coin such a word—for there is closure. Let’s see if we can get form and content to merge in those terms here.
Here’s the marvel: that the self-contained
And all-sufficient triple Unity
Which for untold eternities had reigned
Complete in His own pure simplicity
Should will unnecessary worlds to be.
And yet His mind was steel, His purpose flint:
He struck off sparks of flaming ecstasy
And called the stars by name. The thing He meant?
To make His glory visible. He sent
Forth pulsing space-time-matter-energy
Which danced in pirouettes as on it went.
Just one thing more was needed: eyes to see
And skin to feel and mind to comprehend.
He called it Adam, and there made an end.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD