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...

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       Ah, dearest Wordsworth, 
       what dost thou think?
       Of my meaningless poetry, 
       scribbled in purple ink?
   ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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"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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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A walk through the fields, the marshes nigh  
Water risen steep along the banks  
Swinging low a grey tailed hawk flies  
To the girl's shrouded figure, stooping, it aims 
She feels the swoosh of its wings, her ash curls caught  
Entangled...

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Wordsworth wrote, in 'Splendor in the Grass,'
of the glory found in the flower.
He alluded to a love long passed,
like a clock ticks off each hour.

He was saddened when taken from his sight,
was the radiance of a love he once knew.
His world had been filled with...

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"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...

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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!...

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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...

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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...

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