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.”

Dr. Samuel Johnson, trying to read a Little Magazine


(On the Limits of Imagism and Free Verse)

It struggles haphazardly across the page

In images unconnected by sound or sense.

At intervals, a gleam of freshness glints,

An accuracy of sight which could engage—

But it connects with nothing, does not lead

To anything which can be understood.

The Types—the True, the Beautiful, the Good—

Live not in the bare image; it must breed

With Mind until a Vision is engendered:

A Mediator, not a verbal trick,

To bridge the distance to the Ding an sich,

For only so can sanity be rendered—

When such a Child is born alive and quick.

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.  And look for Williams’ very latest book, Deeper Magic: The Theology behind the Writings of C. S. Lewis, from Square Halo Books!

Donald T. Williams, PhD


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