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.”
Let’s see if we can put ourselves back into the scene of the old story so that its full impact hits us again, despite our familiarity with its details. Naturally, a Petrarchan Sonnet is just the way to do that.
The shepherds had no word for paradox
(A learned term), but scratching of the head
Was something that they knew, and as they sped
Toward Bethlehem, abandoning their flocks,
And stumbling in their haste upon the rocks,
They did some over what the angel’d said:
Messiah in a manger for a bed?
A king whose courtiers were ass and ox?
Perhaps the biggest part of the surprise
Was that they were the ones who should be told:
This savior did not seem to fit the mold
Constructed by the Mighty and the Wise.
To stable smells and angels’ caroling,
Condemned and incognito came the King.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD