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.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD