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.”

The “he” here is actually I, and the intersection of Black Mountain Road and Old Georgia Highway 17 is where my house can be found, blessedly surrounded by national forest land and certain reminders of bigger things.  Only a Spenserian Sonnet could contain the richness (including an allusion to Hopkins’s “Pied Beauty” in the last line).


Habersham County, GA.

Over eighty species he had counted

Of plants and animals within a mile.

He knew that figure probably amounted

To just a tenth of what one could compile

Who really knew his stuff.  Still, he could smile

At all the fertile superfluity

That seemed to constitute the Maker’s style.

Yet all this infinite diversity

Was structured in a vast congruity

You could in reason call a universe.

Black-eyed Susans, several brands of bee,

Five kinds of oak, three pines, magnolias, firs,

Eastern bluebird, wood-dove, cardinal, crow:

The pure, white Beam is scattered thus below.

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Donald T. Williams, PhD