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 is now 1983-84, my second year as pastor in Marietta.  I’m still working on the dissertation on Spenser in odd moments, but starting to adjust to the new routine, so that the fertilization of a new kind of immersion in the Bible is able to start interacting with my other reading and my observations of nature again in interesting ways.  At least, I thought they were interesting.  We shall see what you think.  The first one is on Adam’s naming the animals.


Commentary, Gen. 2:19



And how he thought about them, trooping past,

Stopping to like his hand or sniff his knee—

Tiny as bee or hummingbird, or vast

In girth, the river-horse—and first to see

In fur and feather, clad heraldically,

The colors—and the antics!—speechless, stare

At scampering mice, at stallions’ thunder, tree-

Like limbs of elephants, ambling bulk of bear—

This creativity beyond compare—

What fruit brought forth in bare but fertile mind;

From sound and sight, throat muscles, subtle air

To weave the words, the Poet’s power unbind:

To call the Correspondences by Name,

As Adam called the animals who came.


Remember: for more poetry like this, go to and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.

Donald T. Williams, PhD

Stars Through the Clouds


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