Silke Lance
Mar 21, 2004, 03:50 AM
Written in Early Spring
I heard a thousand blended notes
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What Man has made of Man.
--William Wordsworth
+Steven Curtis Lance
Mar 21, 2004, 12:06 PM
Yowza!
My opinion of Wordsworth just shot through the roof!
I have always thought him "weak" somehow, preferring the sturdy and sardonic sounds of Shakespeare; but you have shown me just the right words of his to truly be "words worth" my attention!
The dear old English tongue is so rich with poetry, as is the German; so many poets and so many poems, all there for us if only to be read.
I wonder if anyone is ever delighted and refreshed by any words of mine?
I must write them anyway, come what may.
Time will tell.
Thank you for these words, my dearest darling little girl, my all and everything. Whether anyone else cares or not, I will write thousands of sonnets before I die, and I will write them all and each for you.
*Sweet Kisses!*
AD ASTRA PER ASPERA
AMOR VINCIT OMNIA