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.”
Homer’s Odyssey is still inspiring new art—like my little sonnet.
The harsh will of the gods was the end of Troy;
Most of the Greeks would never make it back.
The ones who did found Clytemnestra, coy
With ten years brooding vengeance to exact,
Or, like Odysseus, were blown off track
To spend an extra decade wandering.
But he kept his integrity intact:
Calypso could not stay his voyaging;
Tied to the mast, he heard the Siren sing,
But still sailed on toward Penelope.
Lotus, Circe, Cyclops could not bring
Despair, could not erase the memory
Which, after twenty years, still drove him on,
Relentless as the rosy-fingered Dawn.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD