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.”
TAKEOFF FROM LAGUARDIA
The contrast: nothing could be more alluring
Than New York City shining in the last
Light of evening; nothing less enduring,
That vision off the wing-tip sliding past.
Her own lights are emerging like the slow
Stars above, but eyes are mainly drawn
To buildings like great tongues of flame that glow
Awhile in gathering darkness, and are gone.
We all have strained for visions in the embers—
They augur something, but who had the codes?
The eyes enjoy the sight; the mind remembers,
Below, the litter blowing in the roads.
The Light, then, and the Dark: but as we flew,
The vision slipped away; the darkness grew.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD