he Poem of Poems y Greg Alan Brownderville A oy passes ghost-like through a curtain of weeping willow. In rain ow-stained apparel, irds are singing a cappella. Suddenly I sense it, in the irds and in the child: he world is a poe! growing wild. A dewdrop on a lade of grass soon slips fro! where it clung "ike a perfect word that gathers on the tip of a poet#s tongue. And !en are !erely characters to love and e de$led. God is a poe! growing wild. his is a $ne conte!porary poe! in the !ystic tradition of Blake and %hit!an. &ack
A boy passes ghost-like through a curtain of weeping willow.In
rainbow-stained apparel, birds are singing a cappella.Suddenly I
sense it, in the birds and in the child: The world is a poem
growing wild.
A dewdrop on a blade of grass soon slips from where it clungLike
a perfect word that gathers on the tip of a poet's tongue.And men
are merely characters to love and be defiled.God is a poem growing
wild.
This is a fine contemporary poem in the mystic tradition of
Blake and Whitman. Jack Butler and Greg Brownderville are both
"Arkansas" boys . . . there must be something in the water down
there, or perhaps it's in the mayhaw jelly.
