Wordsworth
The focus this week was nature!
There we're three very important aspects to these nature poems.
1. The nature that was written about was real, not mystical or a metaphor. For the romantics, nature was divine and they wanted to express the true meaning from true and real images in the hills.
2. The imagination,when you could imagine things in the present and before your eyes.
3. Last, but not least, the language that was used. Wordsworth wanted to use oridinary language, not that of shakespeare.
These keys are seen in the piece I recently read and found a brillant piece, although too long to post it all in here, I will leave the address.
Descriptive Sketches
TAKEN DURING A PEDESTRIAN TOUR AMONG THE ALPS
WERE there, below, a spot of holy ground
Where from distress a refuge might be found,
And solitude prepare the soul for heaven;
Sure, nature's God that spot to man had given
Where falls the purple morning far and wide
In flakes of light upon the mountain side;
Where with loud voice the power of water shakes
The leafy wood, or sleeps in quiet lakes.
Yet not unrecompensed the man shall roam,
Who at the call of summer quits his home, 10
And plods through some wide realm o'er vale and height,
Though seeking only holiday delight;
At least, not owning to himself an aim
To which the sage would give a prouder name.
I find it brilliant the way he uses such powerful and moving descriptions with such amazing use of language and form. The way he describes the light on the mountain, "In flakes of light upon the mountain side," give the reader an amazing image. His use of language and his ideal imagery and string of words makes his poetry and work come alive, almost feels as if you're in a dream world cast by beautiful scenery. His descriptions are bold and are very useful in determining where he might be while writing this or even what he might be going through.
Rest near your little plots of wheaten glade; 130
To all that binds the soul in powerless trance,
Lip-dewing song, and ringlet-tossing dance;
Where sparkling eyes and breaking smiles illume
The sylvan cabin's lute-enlivened gloom.
--Alas! the very murmur of the streams
Breathes o'er the failing soul voluptuous dreams,
While Slavery, forcing the sunk mind to dwell
On joys that might disgrace the captive's cell,
Her shameless timbrel shakes on Como's marge,
And lures from bay to bay the vocal barge. 140
This piece is clearly centered around nature, proving to be a romantic poem. Very easily understood and easily captures the novelty of nature and the beauty we sometimes forget to stop and look at. I really enjoyed this poem, amazing piece with even more amazing descriptions of nature and it's divine beauty. It has emotion and love so eagerly sewed into it's lines that at times you get so engulfed in what is merely a poem on a piece of paper - I guess thats when you know you have an excellent piece before you.
It is the raw beauty the romantics captured that are often overlooked by many writers. Many write from images or their own schemas, whereas the romantics took it to the next level and did it through natures eyes. I think that alone changed poetry and the way we today, write it!
There we're three very important aspects to these nature poems.
1. The nature that was written about was real, not mystical or a metaphor. For the romantics, nature was divine and they wanted to express the true meaning from true and real images in the hills.
2. The imagination,when you could imagine things in the present and before your eyes.
3. Last, but not least, the language that was used. Wordsworth wanted to use oridinary language, not that of shakespeare.
These keys are seen in the piece I recently read and found a brillant piece, although too long to post it all in here, I will leave the address.
Descriptive Sketches
TAKEN DURING A PEDESTRIAN TOUR AMONG THE ALPS
WERE there, below, a spot of holy ground
Where from distress a refuge might be found,
And solitude prepare the soul for heaven;
Sure, nature's God that spot to man had given
Where falls the purple morning far and wide
In flakes of light upon the mountain side;
Where with loud voice the power of water shakes
The leafy wood, or sleeps in quiet lakes.
Yet not unrecompensed the man shall roam,
Who at the call of summer quits his home, 10
And plods through some wide realm o'er vale and height,
Though seeking only holiday delight;
At least, not owning to himself an aim
To which the sage would give a prouder name.
I find it brilliant the way he uses such powerful and moving descriptions with such amazing use of language and form. The way he describes the light on the mountain, "In flakes of light upon the mountain side," give the reader an amazing image. His use of language and his ideal imagery and string of words makes his poetry and work come alive, almost feels as if you're in a dream world cast by beautiful scenery. His descriptions are bold and are very useful in determining where he might be while writing this or even what he might be going through.
Rest near your little plots of wheaten glade; 130
To all that binds the soul in powerless trance,
Lip-dewing song, and ringlet-tossing dance;
Where sparkling eyes and breaking smiles illume
The sylvan cabin's lute-enlivened gloom.
--Alas! the very murmur of the streams
Breathes o'er the failing soul voluptuous dreams,
While Slavery, forcing the sunk mind to dwell
On joys that might disgrace the captive's cell,
Her shameless timbrel shakes on Como's marge,
And lures from bay to bay the vocal barge. 140
This piece is clearly centered around nature, proving to be a romantic poem. Very easily understood and easily captures the novelty of nature and the beauty we sometimes forget to stop and look at. I really enjoyed this poem, amazing piece with even more amazing descriptions of nature and it's divine beauty. It has emotion and love so eagerly sewed into it's lines that at times you get so engulfed in what is merely a poem on a piece of paper - I guess thats when you know you have an excellent piece before you.
It is the raw beauty the romantics captured that are often overlooked by many writers. Many write from images or their own schemas, whereas the romantics took it to the next level and did it through natures eyes. I think that alone changed poetry and the way we today, write it!