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 rain comes driving, slanting through the mist.
The trees and sky, a blur of grey and green:
Impressionistic brush-strokes on the screen
By a Chinese artisan with dancing wrist.
And there, beneath a sheltering tree, the tryst.
Oblivious to the weather, they are keen
On what from words and glances one may glean:
She lifts her face up to her knight, is kissed.
The raindrop and the teardrop on the cheek
Are mingled, flowing in the self-same track.
And are they tears of joy? The sky is bleak.
It seems their kiss has sealed a solemn pact:
He lifts her to his steed; away they streak;
They fade into the mist, do not look back.
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