From Wordsworth

This week I came across some poetry I had not read since I was in college – a long time ago. I did remember that Wordsworth’s Ode: Intimations of Immortality was beautiful, but I had not remembered how significant these lines were:

The soul that rises with us, our life’s star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness
And not in utter nakedness
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home.

I had planned to use these lines for today’s post but my computer failed and destroyed what I had written.
I hope to rescue the text and publish it in a couple of days.

 

2 Comments Add yours

  1. linda myers says:

    Celia, the poem you sent is pure perfection and all that needs to be said. Thank you!

  2. Nancy says:

    Sorry for your computer problems, Celia! Always such an issue, at least for me. Hope you can regain what you had written.
    Thanks for reminding me of Wordsworth’s way with words. I also haven’t read this poem since college either I wonder if it resonated with me then. I suspect one needs the wisdom that age brings to fully appreciate the depth of his thoughts.

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