It gives me strength to deal with the present with the power of experience, thanks to the past. I love this poem with all my heart and I decided to make a small tune and sing the words that the amazing poet, William Wordsworth wrote.Just so y'all know. It gives me the choice to pick what I want to cherish and take forward (at the moment). It serves as a reminder of undocumented memories from childhood, adolescence, and adulthood. George Moore once said, 'A man travels the world in search of what he needs, and returns home only to find it.’ If poetry were a habitual realm, then this ode would be my home: A place where I return to find myself in the stanzas.
Be it in times of heartbreak, during guilt and innocence, or even reflecting on failures and achievements- the ode serves as a timely monitor, albeit as random as it can be. The excerpts from William Wordsworth’s ‘Ode: Intimations of Immortality’ always had a strange interpretative power over me. Thoughts that do often life too deep for tears. Wordsworth relates the peak of one’s youth to the temporary splendor of grass and the glory of flowers. To me the meanest flower that blows can give
178Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower. Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears, See The Manuscript of William Wordsworths Poems, in Two Volumes (1807): A Facsimile (London. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower, RT arealmofwonder: 'Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be.' William Wordsworth Henry John Yeend King. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory. Long as theres a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story: Theres a flower that shall be. What though the radiance which was once so bright That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Singing 'Glory in the Flower' by William Wordsworth//Shaira Maldonado - YouTube I love this poem with all my heart and I decided to make a small tune and sing the words that the amazing poet. Our Souls have sight of that immortal seaĪnd see the Children spent upon the shore,Īnd hear the might waters rolling evermore. With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast. This entry was posted in Exhibitions, Experiment Station and tagged art and poetry, clock, drawings, photorealism, poems, poetry, portraits.
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The thought of our past years in me doth breedįor that which is most worthy to be blest William Wordsworth, Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood, 1804 Whitfield Lovell: The Kin Series and Related Works is on view through Jan.
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