Like Donne and Herbert, Crashaw, Vaughan, I am
A Metaphysical in my own verse,
A formalist, as well, who gives a damn
About the lyric measures I disburse,
That they be musical in beat and rhyme
And that the meter and the meaning chime
While I consider mysteries and causes
Philosophers have pondered through the ages
But do so in the shapeliest of clauses
As sonorous ruminations fill my pages.
Though clever I may be, I realize
I still have far to go if I’d be wise.