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.”
Scripture has more irony than you can shake the proverbial stick at—especially if you take the trouble to imagine the scenes it presents.
While the people fretted in their tents
And thought of garlic, then of leeks, and frowned,
And tried to sleep, and thought hard thoughts against
Old Moses—through the night, without a sound,
The golden manna gathered on the ground.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD