Best Wordsworth Poems
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high as day begun,
Until I see a happy crowd,
YES !! then I'll go and block the Sun .
I'll threaten mist , but dump some showers.
First a gentle fall , then heavy spills.
I'll seek-out Willie Wordsworth's flowers
And rain upon his daffodils .
P.S. Lighten-up folks...... not to be taken seriously...........
Ah, dearest Wordsworth,
what dost thou think?
Of my meaningless poetry,
scribbled in purple ink?
Fooling myself, that I am an
international poet?
Just a beginner, and don't
think I do not know it!
Would that you were here
by my side.
A poet master, both to rule
and to guide!
With lantern aglow, I know
not which way to go!
Just lost in wonder, as the
last kiss of the winds of
summer doth with kindness blow.
On the 'morrow, shall read your
works with love, so vociferously!
Next to the waterfall, beneath the
scent of an intoxicating orange tree!
8/21/2021
3
I would not use, words of hyperbole,
To describe you, my friend.
As i am not WORDSWORTH,
To explain your heart and your beauteous forms.
I do lack the Imagination of KEATS,
To gracefully praise your songs.
Nor have I achieved the vision of COLERIDGE,
To see past your earthly charms.
Oh dear! , I am just an ordinary guy,
who at his lonely hours,
sitting on thy couch,
Recollect the memories,
of such sublime pleasures,
Spent on those halls of ivy, the cafeteria, the lake, and the park.
Those memories that brings a smile on my face,
That now i know what blessed mood really feels like,
What it is like getting a relief,
from the weary weight,
of this dusty selfish world.
That now i do realize,
The greatest gift of GOD,
Given to me,
Is the privilege of your FRIENDSHIP,
that leads me,
To the path of kindness and joy,
Until the river of my heart,
Reaches its horizon,
To walk upon its eternal lonely path...
William Wordsworth
England was the place of his birth
He got inspired and became quite thrilled
When he saw a host of golden Daffodils
William Shakespeare
Had great poetic flair
He wrote several plays too
Like Macbeth, King Lear, And The Taming of the Shrew
A voice perfection has conceived
Where once a fledgling had perceived
Divine an ingenuity
I now have found humanity
Yet pulses through Great Britain's veins
Your lasting boyish innocence
All I've struggled to obtain
A child's heart was its penitence
Of old perceiver, you are now portrayed
By cruder hands. Oh untainted mind!
Your rhyme and verse relentless time has weighed
Yet found have I a heart behind.
I wandered lonely as a cloud—Oh dear!
I watched the dance of daffodils—Oh my!
When on my couch in vacant mood I lie
And feel their wealthy fluttering draw near.
I see them toss their heads like twinkling stars;
A sparkling, sprightly, jocund company.
I gaze, I gaze, they outdo waves with glee;
A host, a crowd, ten thousand avatars.
They flash within my pensive inward eye;
My heart is oft with pleasure filled each day.
Alone a poet could not be but gay;
Especially great Romantics such as I.
I cringe to think that out of all the rest,
This poem might one day be deemed my best.
A parody of William Wordsworth's poem "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" (aka "Daffodils")
"Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher"
William Wordsworth
With the rhythm of his passionate poetry,
rolled the silver-crested wave of romanticism,
inundating the shore of English literature,
where he emerged as the seminal figure.
The beauteous natural world
imparted didactic quality to his poems,
finding correspondence between nature and soul,
and between self and matchless imagination.
The color, fragrance and sounds of spring,
shine of autumn sky, sparkle of sun-soaked water,
made lasting romantic impression in his mind,
influencing the growth of his poetic genius.
He had firm faith in the magnificence of nature
as the prime source of true happiness and joy,
that could enlighten the kindheartedness,
and enhance the spiritual awareness.
A worshipper of nature, he eulogized its charm,
captured the flushing splendor of the landscape
when he felt he “wandered lonely as a cloud”,
to be aptly christened as the poet of nature.
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January 16, 2023
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William Wordsworth born in 7 April 1770
at Cockermouth in the English lakes
this man had great love of nature
inspiring him for poetic stakes
Losing his parents in early childhood
his sister Dorothy became a real friend
after school moving to university
gaining his BA before Cambridge did end
In 1790 travelling around Europe
for three months touring
with only a small case on hand
visiting France and Switzerland on route
Composing his masterpieces walking by the lakes
having Dorothy to do his dictation
in 1795 met his great friend to be
Samuel Coleridge together at same station
When later returning to France
met Annette became an affair
when 'Vaudracour and Julia' was penned
from this came Anne Caroline by the pair
Wordsworth was the master of the classics
such as his autobiography 'The Prelude'
as well as 'wandered lonely as a cloud'
something to suit whatever your mood
Meeting Mary they got wed in 1807
living at Grasmere at Dove Cottage
in 1913 moved to Ambleside's Rydal Mount
lived there till dying at 80 years of age
Today you can visit his museum
at Dove Cottage in Grasmere
with lovely gardens on view
being inspired into poetic gear
WORDSWORTH WOUD BE ROLLING IN HIS GRAVE
So I’m just out there chilling this one time
By myself after a hill climb
And suddenly down one of the hills
I sees this bunch of daffodils.
Near the lake, a whole line of ‘em -
Blowing in the wind every stem.
Wow, there’s like a huge number,. . . .say. . .
Oh. . . . . maybe about 10K, ok?
The dancing daffodils looked so happy -
The waves were dancing too, - but crappy:
Yeah, those flowers were better, way
Better. . . . and it made me feel kinda gay. *
So I’m standing there watching this yellow horde,
And like, I’m feeling real bored :
And now and again, when I got nothin' else to do,
I sometimes remember them too.
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Note:
This is a paraphrase of Willam Wordsworth’s I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD,
reduced to the essential message as seen and spoken by youth of today.
*The word “gay” in the original poem means simply “happy”.
I
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame mysteries in the sky!
II
When the world is too much with us
He sends visions, Ramanujans, Christ
III
Shakespeare had dreams, even awake
When humanity was poor in tea & cake
IV
God gives words to poets: leaves sailing -
To begin - loving a pet, sky - urge growing
rabid bard
perforce
binds
untethered reins
of a supple wit
excising
the ornate quills
head lowered
body tilts
into commas
whittling lyrics
through his swivet
"I wandered lonely as a cloud"
These very lines created my sound
Wove dreams of gold, spun silken thoughts
Words resounded, thoughts surrounded revolt
Twelve and undecided, these words honed my soul
Try as I might, they created in my mind
Words of truth, words with delight
Serenely, caressingly, certainly contrite
Truer words were told, yet undue thought was heeded
Yet like music these flowed, cajoled, sublimely needed
Aaah yes Wordsworth inspired and Shakespeare he aided
These masters they guided, and deliriously I decided
Poetry would reflect me, my very intimate soul
It would mould, and tease, and thereby make me whole!!
Will you soon speak to me of thy love, Joan
Tell me that you want me as I want you
Can I endure a callous bile adieu
from thy lips most cerise, soft, tender, sweet,
from those which solely I have ever known.
Let’s share, inamorata, time is fleet.
A romantic poet whose great talents grow.
More successful have more numbers of foe.
Lucy Poems and Tintern Abbey in mind deep go.
When he wrote Lyrical Ballads he did glow
And makes the world better residing, though
Not happy with others, kept listening echo
Of the nature and wrote many verses ago.
Through his poem I wandered like a cloud slow;
He is the best romantic poet I think by a quo.
Missing his poems even by chance is a woe.
Alas! How badly I miss his Lucy Poem I know.
So once again, ready to relish his poems stow
With joy, delight, elation and ecstasy lido.
In the roaring
White pounding cascade
I feel the love
It flows over me, with me, through me
It is me
Wordsworth's "transparent eyeball" *
Like the bare roots of ancient trees that
cover the trail like cobble stones I'm
Integral--I belong
When the bracing water embraces me
I don't shudder--I stroke it gently
Glide out into it's energy
Feel revived, renewed, invigorated
Refreshment not known
Since covid
I'm hers
She wraps me in her bosom
Of snow-melt run-off
And I am warm
Not trudging from
A cup of coffee to an unmade bed
Day after day
I am alive
As wild, and free
Timeless and deep
Young, old, and wise
As she
The city beats
I connect with kindred
In the bars, in the streets
In the faces that I meet
But plunging into this heaven
Swimming out to these rocks
Where she reaches down from above
Massages my back and shoulders
With her strong gentle hands
I feel like I'm her only child
So much love she bestows
Hikers climb down these steep rocks
To see her glorious splendor. They line her banks
But won't brave her icy hug
Won't get in her
And realize
We are her
Conquer and subdue
Post an Instagram selfie for some likes
Have a beer
I hear her in the spray
Spattering the rocks
She's laughing
And I'm laughing, too.
* From "Nature" by Ralph Waldo Emerson