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.”
Music and poetry in the old days were closely allied. One of my great goals as a writer is to overcome the estrangement that the modern world has caused between them.
The minstrel struck his golden harp;
The music sounded strong and clear,
Like edges keen and arrows sharp
In hands of warriors bold.
Like rivers swift and mountains sheer,
Like the North wind blowing cold,
It stirred the very blood to hear
Him strike his harp of gold.
And then the bard began to sing:
If all alone his melody
Could build so bright and shimmering
A vision in the heart,
What charms of might and mystery
The spoken spell, the subtle art,
The wisdom and the wizardry
Of wordcraft could impart!
So deep was the enchantment laid,
So masterful his minstrelsy,
So strong the music that he made,
The story that he told,
That all the gathered chivalry
Would hearken ‘til the night was old,
Entranced and still, whenever he
Took up his harp of gold.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD