Wordsworth Poems

My Time Machine Visits

If I had a time machine, I would visit Samuel T Coleridge
My favorite poet of all time, the author or Kubla Khan
"The wailing of his demon lover” sticks in my mind
Delighting me every time, especially today, May 1st, 1803.

As I was speaking to Samuel, his pal William Wordsworth would drop in
They would ask me if

Lake District High

In my New York suburb, I’m mildly fond
Of Helvellyn Road, and Gracemere pond
But the original Helvellyn called...  
Ravenglass too, even the name enthralled.
Of Lake poets, I eagerly read
And I found what Alfred Wainright once said:

[chorus]
His words echo across time’s bridge
That always there will be the lonely ridge, 
the silent forest, the dancing beck
Though we

CLERIHEW wordsworth

William danced with daffodils
amidst his lovely Cumbrian hills
Penning poesy 'easy on the ear'
is why many hold him dear

William Wordsworth

English poet, William Wordsworth,
wrote to serve the common people on the earth.
Along with Samuel Coleridge, the Romantic Age he started.
Support for free thought his words imparted.

William Wordsworth : the Poet of Nature

"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

If I Could

If I could write a poem now
A lonely cloud, this page I’d fill
With Wordsworth or a word’s worth
I’d fill this page with daffodils

Now the words, they don’t come easy
The great ones tell you it’s a skill
But I would rather be a fool
And fill my head with daffodils

There is no rhyme or reason
No belles lettres, no

William Wordsworth

Instilled flesh and blood of romance in poesy,
That, till then, looked a skeleton-like cogency...!

Gave life to Mother Nature who, once, was ignored,
From you on, in a new form, nature got adored...!

Physical and psychic growth of humanity,
You said, like nectar in blooms, secrete sanity...!

Should observe and understand nature's mysteries,
To give shape to true universal histories...!

With sole

In the Roaring

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

Andrew Marvel, William Blake To Wordsworth

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

Wordsworth Blues

       Ah, dearest Wordsworth, 
       what dost thou think?
       Of my meaningless poetry, 
       scribbled in purple ink?
       Fooling myself, that I am an
 

Wordsworth

It arises

From a tangled emotional mind
through crazy tongues inane
from intellectual brain sane
or may be straight from heart

It dons

Rich vocabularies to enrich content;
Rare adjectives, the special add-ons
And at times archaic words to adorn
or sometimes just a simple verse

It comes in

Perfect meter to look perfect
Proper rhymes that read better
New forms which form trend setter
or sometimes goes just

Wordsworth's Lament

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

Poetic First Liners Wordsworth

I recite and read aloud,
wander, lonely as a cloud,
then emulate and create
as memory stimulates;
Swim against poetry's tide
therein,an enigma hide,
perhaps,a step too far,with
Tennyson,crossing the bar;
I dream on Will's sonnet verse,
figuratively,sweet and terse,
lazing life away,with songs
compared to a summer's day.

To conjure an opening line
ever,remembered,as mine.

'i Wandered Lonely As a Cloud' By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
Basking in sunlight, feeling proud

When by and by on a different side
A surging wind frolicked natures door
briskly fluttered a peonies tide
as my path descends a valley floor

It took me to places that I knew
wherever fickle wildflowers grew

Timeless impression, that I had felt
a cast in the grass that was portrayed
a fate

Prosody

Let me try to go by pioneering heroes' spirit 
That motored their antique tides of phrase, 
And treat rapt souls to a mild sublime ode, 
Forged to rhyme with old sonneteers' pace. 

Now where does a tottering novice start
As he pens such a crystalline work of art, 
To honor champs in grave's dark repose, 
And

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