FIFTY FOUR

It is one of those days when I have a sense of melancholy grip me. I let my mind unwind and hope that in mundane things it will forget the strain of melancholy but it doesn’t and it picks and chooses what it sees , remembers and reads. So, today very early in the morning Wordsworth made an appearance not in his beautiful Daffodil way but in a more poignant thought of Lucy. The “Lucy Poems” are a well known group of poetry by the poet William Wordsworth. I bring to you one piece from them.

SHE DWELT AMONG THE UNTRODDEN WAYS

SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways

Beside the springs of Dove,

A Maid whom there were none to praise

And very few to love:

A violet by a mossy stone

Half hidden from the eye!

–Fair as a star, when only one

Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know

When Lucy ceased to be;

But she is in her grave, and, oh,

The difference to me!

            William Wordsworth

I don’t want to indulge in the background to this poem which is vast and also the critique for this and other Lucy poems, they are not my goal. What is however, my goal today is to share a thought. We all face a loss of some kind or the other. The loss of a human close to us is perhaps the most difficult. In the greater context of life, loss of any human life is difficult to deal with. Detractors may smirk at the RIP messages that fill the webspace when a celebrity death happens but I see it as a reminder that Death touches us all in the same way. We are reminded of our own fragility with each death we encounter and in some part of our mind we are thankful for our life, right at that moment. Personal loss of any kind is always hard to describe because it suffers from the stigma that society puts on mourning and what is to be considered the appropriate amount of time acceptable as time of mourning. What society does not realize or perhaps ignores for the greater good is, one cannot stop mourning the loss of a personal nature. Grief and sorrow do not come and go only because a time span has elapsed. There are certain loses which can never really be forgotten or forgiven (sometimes).

That is why … it is always the question of “the difference to me!”

 

THE END.

Reference Sources: bartleby.com

NINETEEN

Daffodils on the roadside - Photo credit - friend on Facebook [KB]

Daffodils on the roadside – Photo credit – friend on Facebook [KB]

Daffodils

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.

William Wordsworth
This is perhaps the first poem I read by William Wordsworth and it has stayed with me forever, he is one of my favorite poets. The education in Literature has provided me with the opportunity to look more closely at his poems and his life, in fact that is one of the primary reasons for my choosing to study literature. I wanted to learn more about my favorite poets and authors and read their other works. It is my great privilege to have studied at one of the Best University. The Department of English of my University enabled me to read, learn, understand, think for myself ,build my own opinions when it came to literary works. As a part of a new category I would love to share some of the well known, famous and my favorite poems with my readers. This is the first of the many posts to come. And I begin with the most haunting poem I read when I was in school.
The main reason why the poem haunts me is when I had read it as a child I was completely in awe of these flowers which the poet described. As a child who had never seen Daffodils it was fun and at the same time difficult to imagine the flowers. It much later when I had access to the world wide web that I was able to find a picture of the Daffodils and frankly that moment made me catch my breathe. They were more beautiful that anything I had ever imagined.
I prefaced the poem here with a photograph taken by a friend visiting UK. I share the photograph with permission and due credit. The flowers still make me smile. The poem still makes me feel good. Wordsworth meant a lot to me, I am glad I haven’t lost my love for him even after being part of the Corporate Rat race.
Tell me which is your absolute favorite poem, and I would love to share it with all the readers.
THE END.
Reference Sources: Wikipedia, Poemhunter