When you give the first word to Wordsworth, there’s not much left to say is there? (though for the record I like Alfred Lord Tennyson a good deal more, I just could not find an appropriate quote) ∗∗
I absolutely admire the way in which poetry can allow one to express themselves so so thoroughly a limited number of words. However, here we are met with a beautiful paradox, in spite of, or rather despite the limitation in the words, the meaning is boundless-stretching as far as the width of your imagination and as deep as the pit of your belief. It is, in my opinion, the purest for of written thought, it is the hearth of not only angst and upheaval, but of love, kindness and beauty.
The poetry in this page, is specific to the human condition, one which we all ail from.(unless of course you are a non human in which case I apologize for the exclusion, we thehumblehumanists can only write from experience) The joys and sorrows of this existence will be enumerated, encapsulated and explored, not only through the lens of language, but the sluices between those words also.
Thank you for taking the time to read and share what I have no doubt you will enjoy and reflect upon possibly. The poetry will appear as blogs also.
Why do we writer write some of the skeptics may ask? Hardly a profitable or successful business. Well that answer was offered to this question a little over a century ago,
“And this gray spirit yearning in desireTo follow knowledge like a sinking star,Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.”
Tennyson. I knew I could figure him in somewhere.
∗∗(How lucky would it be to have a name that was actually Words Worth and also be a poet? William had it made for himself from day 1)
Please take a look at the poetry here,
And please tell us what you think.