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.
-Wordsworth
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.
3 comments:
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. :)
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.
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.
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