Sunny Sharma<\/p>\n
Poetry, like wine, is an acquired taste. In my experience, people either love it or dismiss it as pretentious; there is very little middle ground. Absolutely, there are incredibly flowery poets out there (one only has to Google Shakespeare) who are trying to be grandiose. I greatly prefer I the beauty in Wordsworth’s poetry, in that it is elegantly simple, and anyone can feel the emotions he is trying to convey on paper. “Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey” is a perfect example of Wordsworth’s masterful ability to bring us to this particular moment in time, years and years ago. My favorite passage is on page 111, “Wherever nature led;more like a man\/Flying from something that he dreads, than one\/Who sought the thing he loved.” In just one line I see the inner reflection, almost turmoil, that Wordsworth has over understanding his past self, the last time he was at Tintern Abbey. It is a feeling that is universal, to spend so much time grappling with what once was, with who we were, “I cannot paint\/What then I was”. This poem is not about Wordsworth describing Tintern Abbey (in fact there is not a line\u00a0 describing\u00a0 the abbey) but about the relation between a physical place and who Wordsworth was the last time he was there. In this poem not only can I visualize the “mountains,by the sides\/Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams” but I can also feel how “like a roe\/I bounded”. Wordsworth is completely raw and emotional with the reader, without sounding contrived or affected, achieving what I believe is the ultimate goal in any kind of writing.<\/p>\n
Questions:<\/p>\n
Are there any possible connections between Hacking and his work regarding the indeterminacy of the past?<\/p>\n
Why is Wordsworth’s poetry still read? Is there any value in continuing to do so?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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