You were the one, haunting my dream
I couldn’t just wake up and scream;
Identity of yours might take you away
But you would invade my mind anyway,
For them a decision must not be rushed
After all only a flower that I’m , meant to be crushed.
Conscience and consent, may not find a voice
Yet it is their way to me, I might not have a choice.
Culture we say shapes us and makes a man,
Can our culture be blamed, for an act so inhuman?
A sensation of going back and forth,
For as long as I remember,
Being so close to the top yet , very far from it;
I can’t exactly fathom the reasons,
By now I know the pain and can bear it without shame.
The pain of working hard,
It’s the pain of giving my best,
Where no stone was to be unturned.
The mind still doesn’t listen,
It plays the game of expectation.
And I always lose in the end.
I am not sure if it is right,
With little connection between us
Hardly can I show my empathy;
And I don’t even know when it happened.
When you lost the touch that could create tingles,
Yet the last string might be enough to pull us back.
Yes you and me , get by
Easily it seems, we don’t have to try
Exchanging ideas , we reveal the truth, not shy
The world might say things, making me cry
But you are my strength , won’t let me die
Yes we do get by.
They told me to cry, I couldn’t
They said you will never be back,
I tried but couldn’t feel,
Was my mind so strong, not letting me break,
Anticipation perhaps is my answer,
My soul was already lost, when you were done
I knew you wouldn’t be back,
So I let my soul free to roam with you.
Every moment, I turned my back
Dark alleys and rusty buildings adored my sight,
I could feel someone close to me,
But my eyes chose not to see
How long did you keep me company I don’t know,
The faint cologne was unmistakably your love to show;
I know you were there ever moment;
To know I was safe , not being poisoned.
Some might say too simple of a flower,
Rings and necklaces got the better share;
Neither am I an agent to think, nor do I care,
Love for me is smooth, with simple gifts to shower.
Today I am going to give a brief biography of William Wordsworth and then a summary of the poem will be presented.
William Wordsworth was born in April 7, 1770 in Cockermouth, Cumberland, England. At the age of 13 he was an orphan , yet he did well in his school and later joined Cambridge University and graduated from there. On a trip to France he fell in love with Annette Vallon, who became pregnant. But later a declaration of war between England and France separated the two. In 1795 he met Samuel Taylor Coleridge; both of them became friends and later worked on “Lyrical Ballads” together. In 1802 there was a temporary lull in the war which meant he could see Annette and their daughter, Caroline. But he again had to return back due to limited funds. Later that year he got married. In 1843 Wordsworth was appointed as the Poet Laureate (official poet of a country) . He died on April 23, 1850.
In this poem , the Poet shows his anger towards us greedy , unsatisfied humans. When he says ” is too much with us” , he means that we have received so much from the nature that we are not able to handle it properly. Bestowed upon us was a huge ore of resources by mother nature and that is the reason we don’t know how to appreciate it. At the end he says he wants to be raised as a pagan so that he is able to love and worship the nature and Gods related to it.
Was it that faint loss of touch,
The melodious voice which I loved so much,
Miss that person who promised to stand behind;
Left me alone, no matter how much I cried.
It seems that I have been walking long,
Not a matter of me getting strong
Yet it feels like a new day , when I know
The journey will end with me and my bag in tow
I am the only one to face the world alone;
When I know it’s me , and everyone else gone,
The sunshine falling bright into my face,
Bringing out the beauty from those youthful days,
I just know I have to face it all,
With no one to catch me when I fall,
Life might be a little boring and not that great,
But I am happy here, with no hurtful words being said.