! The Poetry Student

Wonder is a philosopher is a poet looks with awe upon all things sees one in many praises one, delights in many loves reasons wonder is a poet Barely a year ago now what was he? an adult student whom I scarcely knew, self-contained (and what an epithet that is…) , a human being with a warmth, a keen mind for profounder things, but not burdened with over-education, still an innocent guarding wonder with a hidden strength; who turned up one day for the occasional poetry session not much to start with but he kept at it and then it seems that the Muse, so much wiser than poetry teachers, casting around for messengers as she must, to tell her glory to the world, decided that he just might fit the bill and now he’s hers. Love, and the knowledge of love pour unpretentiously from him, with a depth of insight expressed with simple clarity; the choice of words seems to come from purest instinct; beauty, goodness, truth flow through him unimpeded very soon he’ll wonder just who wrote these poems; the answer, as the Muse must know is in the wonder. Yes, she chose right.