Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Nuns Fret Not at their Convent’s Narrow Room

Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room
And hermits are contented with their cells;
And students with their pensive citadels;
Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom,
Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for bloom,
High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells,
Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells:
In truth the prison, into which we doom
Ourselves, no prison is: and hence for me,
In sundry moods, ’twas pastime to be bound
Within the Sonnet’s scanty plot of ground;
Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be)
Who have felt the weight of too much liberty,
Should find brief solace there, as I have found.


One thought: Wordsworth still rocks, even after leaving the English classes at school. I miss my English teachers who brought out the beauty in his sonnets.


Syrals said...

Do you remember 'Daffodils' by Wordsworth? He is my alltime favorite poet. You should read this too, "Calm is all Nature as a Resting Wheel".

Thanks for walking me down the memory lane...those school days when we learned his poems. :)

Ridhus said...

funny I should run into Wordsworth's poems twice after such a long time. Just heard "I wandered lonely as a cloud" on the movie namesake a day ago. Poems definitely have a whole lot more appeal when you don't have to cram them for exams.

alpine path said...

Syrals, yup! I had Daffodils in seventh standard. And I still remember how good it was. Kudos to Wordsworth, for making even a seventh grader appreciate poetry.

Ridhus, yup! Totally! though the poems themselves were good, having to analyze them in the name of essays took out all the beauty from them.