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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.”

Dante

VISION

For what did Dante climb the winding stair?

A burning and a piercing Charity

That flamed with geometric clarity—

Not Beatrice, but what she wished to share.

She was the first, but not the Final Vision;

Although her face was what had fueled his flight,

Her purpose was to help him to prepare

‘Til, in the deepest bosom of the night,

With certain and inexorable precision,

He saw the Point of unrelenting Light,

Infinitely small—and infinitely bright.

Beatrice

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Donald T. Williams, PhD

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LXXVII

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.”

 It was 1976.  I think I must have been glad to be back in Northeast Georgia near the mountains, especially with Fall coming on.  (Those who have been paying attention to my complaints about the pitiful lack of Spring and Fall in the upper Midwest will recognize the deft use of understatement in that remark.)

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From Grandfather Mountain, NC.

The Southern Appalachians

Commentary, 1 Cor. 13:12

The Southern Appalachians

In their Autumn glory dressed

Are all the beauty we can bear

Or in which we can rest.

The mighty hills of Heaven,

With their oppressive weight,

Would crush out spirits into dust

Seen in our present state.

But when they burst upon us

In sudden majesty,

We will be given souls to match

And purer eyes to see.

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The author doing research for his Appalachian poetry.

Remember: for more poetry like this, go to https://lanternhollow.wordpress.com/store/ and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest book from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.

Donald T. Williams, PhD