If you were doing a haiku.In this module, we explore the poetry the Wordsworth through the themes of childhood and education, focusing in particular on the importance of nature in education, the changes in one's imagination as one moves from childhood to adulthood, and the child's relationship to nature. We’ve all seen that little river-bed or stream-bed, “floored with pebbles bright”, but rarely (so) well described, actually.
#There was a boy wordsworth free
(From “ Power of Music” – Some odd phrasing that’s almost Shakespearean – “That tall man, a giant in bulk and in height, not an inch of his body is free from delight”” – it’s so Shakespearean.or Blake – “That tall man, a giant in bulk and in height, not an inch of his body is free from delight” – Or (from “Lyre, Though Such Power Do In Thy Magic Live”) – “(translucent summer’s happiest chance!)/ In the slope-channel floored with pebbles bright” – That’s kind of interesting. What else is interesting? He went out on “ Nutting” – he was messing up little copses, you know, dragging branches around, screwing up the woods – AG reads – “Then up I rose,/ And dragged to earth both branch and bough, with crash/ And merciless ravage and the shady nook/ Of hazels and the green and mossy bower,/ Deformed and sullied, patiently gave up/ Their quiet being…… – That’s sort of an odd moment – noticing the violence he’d brought to the “Shady nook of hazels and the green and mossy bower” – good description of that… Let’s see what we have here. Do you know what I’m talking about? A glimpse up and sudden sense of the entire heavens, constellations “wheel(ing) away” yet “vanish(ing) not”? Of the stars moving yet not moving?” – –Īllen continues his commentary (noting, in “ Airey Force Valley“), trees, wind moving the trees – “.in seeming silence makes/ A soft eye-music of slow waving boughs” – “In seeming silence makes a soft eye-music” – Eye-hyphen-music – ” a soft eye-music of slow waving boughs” – “slow waving”. I won’t read the whole poem – – “.the pensive traveller, while he treads/His lonesome path, with unobserving eye/Bent earthwards.”…”At length the Vision closes, and the mind,/Not undisturbed by the delight it feels,/Which slowly settles into peaceful calm,/Is left to muse upon the solemn scene.” – So, it’s just the parting of the clouds, a really fast description of the stars, and then a strange description of that evanescent sensation we have when looking up and looking away – “How fast they wheel away,/ Yet vanish not!” – That’s an odd, almost optical, sensation, or “eyeball kick” that people (have had). There’s an interesting description of the night sky here called “A Night Piece”.
So you’ve conjured up space, you’ve conjured up sky, you’ve conjured up bright-enough sun, you’ve conjured up consciousness walking through the field, looking with sufficient microscopic observation to actually see the shadow of the flower underneath the flower on the stone, so, you’ve actually conjured up, with that one little detail, a whole panorama. it means that Wordsworth is in a field where there’s a bright sun, bright enough to cast a shadow, of a little flower on the stone. I think I’ve mentioned this before when we were talking about haiku. He pointed out that Wordsworth had one particular phrase that Zukofsky always took as a standard of pure imagery, which was the star-shaped shadow of a blossom cast on stone – Star-shaped shadow of a blossom cast on stone. I remember talking about Imagism with Louis Zukofsky. One thing Wordsworth does have occasionally, to perfection, is observed imagistic detail, or samatha, or vipassana, rather – the insight, detail insight. It’s the beginning of the “Poems of the Imagination”. So, in this case, maybe, Wordsworth is more direct.ĪG: “There Was A Boy”. So there’s a solidity there about Wordsworth’s experience, particularly there, of death, that’s odd, more like the empty strangeness of the situation than in most of Whitman (actually).
#There was a boy wordsworth full
He has, (for example), a little poem called “ There Was A Boy” – – “There was a Boy, ye knew him well, ye cliffs/And islands of Winander!.”…”This boy was taken from his mates, and died/In childhood, ere he was full twelve years old”…”A long half-hour together I have stood/Mute-looking at the grave in which he lies” – He’s built a very jocund, lively picture and then, all of a sudden, there’s a funny real switch into the experience of looking at the grave for an hour at a time.
Like (since) we’re talking about the inertness of his mind, we have to balance it.
(I’ll) just pick out a few lines here and there which give a little haiku-like, or direct, perception, examples of direct perceptual. Why don’t I just go through a few little fragments of not-very-well-known poems by Wordsworth, from “Poems of the Imagination”.
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