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.”

How did it all get started?  (Bereshith is the Hebrew word for “in the beginning.”)


Or, the Limits to the Explanatory Power

Of the Big-Bang 

In the beginning,

There was no time in which to locate time,

No winter moving toward a warmer clime,

Yet Something wound the clock and made it chime,

Its dial forever spinning.


In the beginning,

There was no super-atom to explode,

No source from which its power could have flowed,

Yet Something put it there, supplied the goad,

Its matter ever thinning.

In the beginning,

There was no space in which to locate space,

No place to move to from another place,

Yet Something started atoms on their race

In stars forever spinning.


In the beginning,

What was it brought the universe to birth?

What force could make the heavens and the earth

And, saying they were good, could give them worth

In the beginning?

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