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.”
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.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD