Poet of the Day: William Wordsworth

Two Poems and Curated Nature Photography

Today’s post is a featured Poet of the Day post and it is a repost from last April. I’ve added some new photographs to the post to give it a little repurposing, but all in all less than a 10th of my readers were subscribers a year ago, so this should be new to the majority of you.

I’ve featured other poets here in the past but have not done so in this manner, instead I have shared a single poem by a poet. Today’s Poet Of the Day post features two poems by William Wordsworth. I hope you all enjoy the poems and the photos.

I ran across the first poem the other day and it really resonated with me, probably because I am a romantic at heart and William Wordsworth’s poetry is known for its romanticism.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud 
By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

It is the perfect poem for this time of year with the daffodils just starting to bloom where I live.

William Wordsworth was born on April 7, 1770 in Cockermouth, UK. He was one of the original English Romantic Poets who along with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, launched the Romantic Age in English literature with a publication they did together, Lyrical Ballads.

In 1843, Wordsworth became the Poet Laureate for England. He died seven years later, on April 23, 1850.

And here is one more lovely poem from William Wordsworth…

To the Skylark
By William Wordsworth

Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky!
Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound?
Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye
Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?
Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will,
Those quivering wings composed, that music still!

Leave to the nightingale her shady wood;
A privacy of glorious light is thine;
Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood
Of harmony, with instinct more divine;
Type of the wise who soar, but never roam;
True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home!

Not a skylark below, but it is definitely an ethereal minstrel of the sky…

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