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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.”

NATIVITY

It pushes up from down below;

The hillside slopes and drops away:

And so the stream begins to flow—

Exactly where, I cannot say.

 

Where leaves have fallen, there they lie;

The rain soaks through them day by day.

Slowly the top layers dry—

Exactly when, I cannot say.

 

And then the leaves are wet again:

The damp spreads downhill like a ray.

It gathers to a trickle then—

Exactly how, I cannot say.

 

Imperceptibly its force

Collects, ‘til in a bed of clay

(The leaves expelled) it makes its course—

Exactly where, I cannot say.

 

Although the stream is very young,

It has some things it wants to say:

You realize it’s found its tongue—

Exactly when, I cannot say.

 

It disappears beneath a stone;

Then suddenly, several yards away,

It’s back again—and t has grown.

Exactly how, I cannot say.

 

It pushes up from down below;

The hillside slopes and drops away;

And so the stream begins to flow—

Exactly where, I cannot say.

 

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Donald T. Williams, PhD

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LXIII

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.”

Poetry consistently pursued has a way of marking the passages of life.  For the writer at least, and maybe to a lesser extent for his public if he is any kind of a communicator, it leaves a psychological record: what he was reading, where he was hiking, what it was all doing in his head.  The next poem marks a far more significant event than most, though unfortunately it does not necessarily follow that it is a more significant poem.  My daughter, Heather, was born on April 5, 1978.

A METAPHYSICAL CONCEIT

Strange things are taught by Christianity:

That God was born to live a human life;

The mystery of the Holy Trinity

Reflected by a husband and his wife

When, by becoming one, two are made three.

It is an awesome thing to slowly see

The growth of one whose coming was prepared,

The Scriptures say, from all eternity—

This, as all others.  But this one we’ve shared,

Yes and will share:  the holy mystery

To be a copy of the Trinity.

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Donald T. Williams, PhD