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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.
The morning in question was May 13, 1978, in case anyone is keeping track.
As Fresh as May Morning
I find myself increasingly in favor of this weather,
Glad that there should be such things as billowing pecan trees,
That every leaf should wildly dance with the wind in gay abandon
While the dark and somber pine trees pretend to take no notice
But the bright, elfin sun-beams dart about and take in everything,
Especially the diamonds bestowed upon the grass
By the largesse of the thunderstorm that lately rumbled past.
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.