I'm not much of a poetry reader. My own poetry reading has pretty much consisted of Emily Dickinson and not much else. Basically, if it doesn't have an a-b, a-b rhyme scheme, I seldom "get it". But while I was at my brother's place the other day, I spied a book of poems by William Wordsworth on the bookshelf. For some reason, it intrigued me and I asked if I could borrow it. My sister-in-law is a big reader, and very kindly let me bring it home with me. I got home, and started reading, and have been hooked ever since. For some reason it is really speaking to me.
Wordsworth wrote in the early 1800's, and later in his life became the poet laureate of England. He wrote about life, nature, people in his village, spirituality, and various other things, and did so using various forms - sonnets, odes, and pastoral poems. Basically he wrote about anything that was on his mind. Which makes me realize - folks then and now are really not all that different. People of any time have a need to express themselves in the written word. In the 1800's they had poetry. Today we have something similar - only we call it blogging.
Wordsworth wrote in the early 1800's, and later in his life became the poet laureate of England. He wrote about life, nature, people in his village, spirituality, and various other things, and did so using various forms - sonnets, odes, and pastoral poems. Basically he wrote about anything that was on his mind. Which makes me realize - folks then and now are really not all that different. People of any time have a need to express themselves in the written word. In the 1800's they had poetry. Today we have something similar - only we call it blogging.
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