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Showing posts with label william wordsworth. Show all posts
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Tuesday, March 8, 2011

PERFECT WOMAN by William Wordsworth

HE was a phantom of delight
When first she gleam'd upon my sight;
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
 
I saw her upon nearer view,
A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
 
And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A being breathing thoughtful breath,
A traveller between life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect Woman, nobly plann'd,
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light. 
by William Wordsworth
Poetry of the day Review:
William wordsworth, aka, Bill Wordsmith. Is one of my favorite writers. This poem represents what its like for a man to be in love with a woman. I wonder if he recited this poem to the woman who inspired the poem.


Word of the Day:

puckish

\ PUHK-ish \  , adjective;

1.
Whimsical; mischievous; impish.


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Saturday, February 19, 2011

Written In March by William Wordsworth

The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter
The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!
Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The plowboy is whooping anon-anon:
There's joy in the mountains;
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!

by William Wordsworth

Poetry of the day Review:
This poem makes me feel like today is the most perfect day one could have. Everything is happy, warm, and cozy. I love the picture he paints in this piece.

  1. William Wordsworth - The Major Works: including The Prelude (Oxford World's Classics)
  2. The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth - Volume 1
  3. Selected Poetry of William Wordsworth (Modern Library Classics)
  4. The Famous Authors: William Wordsworth
  5. The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth (Wordsworth Collection)