Daily Archives: July 13, 2017


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.”

We talk about the aching beauty of Nature.  Sometimes, it’s not a metaphor.


The mole was dead upon the ground;

He did not move when he was poked.

His coat was sleek, his body round,

His life revoked.


His parts seemed not to coincide:

His hands were stuck on at the wrist;

He was long-nosed and squinty-eyed,

A humorist.


He looked too healthy to be dead;

His feet were white, his face was droll,

But he was tragic dust instead

Of comic mole.

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Donald T. Williams, PhD