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Poet in the Spotlight: William WordsworthTuesday, June 30, 2009“[T]he poem also reflects Wordsworth's mind in its illustration of the process of memory.”I love William Wordsworth; his poems are intriguing and inspiring. There always seems to be a cloud of mystery around his poems, and they seem very dreamy, bringing about a sense of escapism. I find that he is actually very mature in thought, and develops his ideas through specially chosen words formed into beautiful poems. For example, the last stanza in I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud, which is shown below, is full of meaning: it tells us to be content in simple things, solitude can be bliss, and coupled with the last two lines of the previous stanza, it tells us that memories are wealth. In Lines Written in Early Spring (also found below), he “laments [about] what man has made of man”. He pulls elements of nature into his poems that make them come alive with birds and flowers and hills and valleys. This is explicitly shown in the third to fifth stanzas of Lines Written in Early Spring. Written in March also shows very specific details of the nature around him, coupled with well-used verbs to express various ideas. He is also very imaginative. He can imagine wandering as a cloud (I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud). His work, Composed upon Westminster Bridge found below, is full of imagination. As the quote mentions above, each poem reflects his mind. His sense of rhythm and rhyme is very sharp. The rhyming lines match very accurately, and the stressed beats of each and every poem is strict in tempo. I absolutely love the fact that his Written in March has a very unique rhyme pattern with five rhyme elements: ABABCDEDEC. He had a very unique life. He was born at Cockermouth, Cumberland County, England, April 7, 1770. He attended school first at Hawkshead School, then at Cambridge University. He then made a tour on the continent with a fellow student. They toured North Wales the following year, and then returned to France in late 1791, and remained there for about a year. His poetic mind began to exhibit itself as he expressed his admiration of the French Revolution: Bliss was it in that dawn to be aliveAfter receiving some money, he devoted himself to study and seclusion. Then, at the age of 23, he published his debut works “Descriptive Sketches” and “The Evening Walk”. He was visited by Coleridge in 1797, which sparked a life-long friendship, and even moved near Coleridge’s residence. Here he composed many of his lighter poems. “Lyrical Ballads” was written in 1797, which also contained Coleridge’s “Ancient Mariner”. In 1798, with his sister and Coleridge, he went to Germany. Returning to England, he stayed in Grasmere, and reprinted his “Lyrical Ballads” with some additions in 1800. Two years later he married Mary Hutchinson. He also visited Scotland, which provided inspiration for the composition of some of his finest lighter poems. He then completed the “Prelude, or Growth of my own Mind” in 1805, but it was only published posthumously. He also published two volumes of “Poems” in 1807. He moved to Royal mount in 1813, where he remained for the rest of his life. He enjoyed retirement, as seen in his lines: Long have I loved what I behold,He also commenced to write poems of a higher order. He published “The Excursion” in 1814, which is a philosophical poem. He lived under the habitual away of nature: To me the meanest flower that blows can, giveThe subsequent works of Wordsworth were numerous, and his fame was extending rapidly. Two universities conferred academic honours upon him. He was also made the Poet Laureate of England in 1843. Unfortunately, in 1847, his only daughter Dora died. He survived the shock for but three years, having reached the age of 80, always enjoying robust health and writing his poems in the open air. He died on April 28, 1850, on the anniversary of the patron saint of England, St George. Three poems: 1) I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud I wandered lonely as a cloud2) Lines Written in Early Spring I heard a thousand blended notes,3) Composed upon Westminster Bridge Earth has not anything to show more fair: Sources: Poems from here. Biography from here. Quote from here. Alvin:P 1i201 11:24 PMRobert Frost: The Road Not TakenThe Road Not Taken by Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Figurative language This whole poem is actually an analogy of life. "Two roads diverge in a yellow wood" signifies a choice which we have to take in life. "It was grassy and wanted wear" and "In leaves no step had trodden black" mean that the path which the author chose is the one less taken. "Yet knowing how way leads on to way" means that there are many, many choices in life. "Somewhere ages and ages hence" means that the author has gone very far in his choice of life. Why I like this poem I like this poem because it gives a general sense of life. When we arrive at a certain point where we have to make a major decision, what would we do? Do we take the popular path? Or do we break away from the norm and venture out into our own dreams? Robert Frost has certainly shown here that he chose to pursue his dreams, and I suppose he has made a good choice and has excelled in his field of work. In today's society many things are based on money and wealth; Robert Frost, being a poet, certainly does not make much money, and yet he does not regret his choice. When I read this poem, I am reminded of the music video of the song "Handlebars" by Flobots (which cannot be displayed here due to copyright restrictions). It tells of two friends who were originally close, but in the end separated due to differring dreams: one wanted to make it big in business, while the other chose the path of peace. In the end the businessman became the big corrupt boss, and his friend led a rebellion against him, which resulted in the friend's death. The businessman then realizes what a mistake he has made by choosing the path more trodden. I am thoroughly inspired by Robert Frost's desire to go after his own dream and passion. He did not follow everybody else, he was not tempted by wealth and power, he ignored others' comments against his decision. He chose his own road. And that has made all the difference. 10:50 PMprofilei'm alvin. i come from hwa chong institution in singapore. i'm in class 2i2. yes, i'm a sparkie. i'm 14+ years old; celebrated my bdae on feb 12. my hobbies r simple: reading, piano, com games. i like animals, especially enjoy my blog. thx. style
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