Thursday, May 18, 2006

Poetry Thursday - A Poet!

A Poet! --- He hath put his heart to school,
Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff
Which Art hath lodged within his hand --- must laugh
By precept only, and shed tears by rule.
Thy Art be Nature; the live current quaff,
And let the groveller sip his stagnant pool,
In fear that else, when Critics grave and cool
Have killed him, Scorn should write his epitaph.
How does the Meadow-flower its bloom unfold?
Because the lovely little flower is free
Down to its root, and, in that freedom, bold;
And so the grandeur of the Forest-tree
Comes not by casting in a formal mould,
But from its own divine vitality.
---William Wordsworth

Poetry Thursday

18 Comments:

Blogger Left-handed Trees... said...

My favorite line here, "How does the little Meadow-flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and, in that freedom, bold..." If that isn't something to hang above a writing desk or in a studio, I don't know what is. Thanks for this one!

9:23 AM  
Blogger kerrdelune said...

Oh, oh, oh............... so green, so juicy, so sumptuous, so absolutely gorgeous that I could sit here gazing at these photos and the poem forever!

9:46 AM  
Blogger jim said...

The images fit, and so thank you for the additional beauty to the poem.

10:17 AM  
Blogger liz elayne said...

the poem and the photos together - gorgeous. thanks for sharing these today.

10:44 AM  
Blogger vicci said...

Love this beautiful poem...and the photos!

10:58 AM  
Blogger harmonyinline said...

beautiful

11:18 AM  
Blogger paris parfait said...

Oh, Wordsworth is one of my favourites! Such beautiful photos to accompany an inspirational piece. Thank you!

12:00 PM  
Blogger Jimmy said...

The poem and the pictures are perfect

12:16 PM  
Blogger Susannah said...

that was beautiful, and the accompanying pictures made it especially so - lovely
Sx

1:50 PM  
Blogger pepektheassassin said...

Good job!

2:41 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Hurrah for the little Meadow-flower!

These pictures are gorgeous! A kind of green I rarely get to see.

4:36 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love the inspirations you share!

~bluepoppy

7:11 PM  
Blogger Pam in Tucson said...

I look forward to Poetry Thursday at Endment. I learn new poems (as in this case) or revisit familiar ones, and always there are beautiful illustrations. (What is this bold little Meadow-flower?)

8:09 PM  
Blogger Bogart said...

I am struck by the ending. It seemed to be an apt comparison to the trials of a poet or any artist that chooses to not be cast in an formal mold and yet feels the grandeur of creation. How strong and vibrant one feels when he/she has accomplished.

"And so the grandeur of the Forest-tree
Comes not by casting in a formal mould,
But from its own divine vitality."

The artwork is perfect.

8:42 PM  
Blogger Endment said...

c. delia
I like that line also...

kerrdelune
so glad you enjoy the photos and the poem. Found the poem in an old book of Wordsworth's poems and the photos at Stokes' Forest in NJ

jim,liz elayne, vicci harmony, jimmy, susannah,pepektheassassin and blue poppy
thanks for your visit. glad you think the poem and images fit!

paril parfait
Somehow, I can always find something that neets my mood from Wordsworth.

mb
the green is awesome here just now. It makes me remember why I love the seasons.

pam in tucson
Oh, thank you!
The meadow flower is a really unique plant called May Apple- Podophyllum peltatum. The leaves look like a parasol and the flowers hang under the protection of the leaf. Perhaps I will do a post on them sometime in the near future.

bogarg
well said, thank you

9:27 PM  
Blogger chiefbiscuit said...

Beautiful! Thank you

10:47 PM  
Blogger RavenGrrl said...

inspiration here, too! ah, those photos, especially the first one. You're good on your belly shooting in the forest, Endment. And in that freedom, bold ... that you are!

And the poem also is a new one to me, though I have read Wordsworth some.

I didn't get a poem up on my blog today. But yours is such a good choice with your photos, I don't really need to. Now off to read some other Poetry Thursday blog posts quick! quickly! before Thursday is gone!
Maureen
(p.s. thanks for being so much around my own blog even though I've been gone for a few weeks. I appreciate your comments!)

12:43 AM  
Blogger Endment said...

bogart
sorry for misspelling your name- guess I am tired - appologies

chiefbiscuit
thanks for your visit and comment

ravengirl
ah---- your post is poetry in itself. Have fun visiting the poets

8:31 AM  

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