DELIGHTFUL SATURDAYS WITH MY FAVORITE AUTHORS AND POETS ( 2).

A TRIBUTE To ONE OF THE GREATEST POETS IN ENGLISH LITERATURE. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

He is one of the greatest poets in English Literature. His poems are mostly based on nature and full of rich imagery. He started the Romantic movement in the history of English Poetry with another renowned poet of his time, Samuel Taylor Coleridge with their joint composition ” Lyrical Ballads” published in 1798.

William Wordsworth was born on 7 April 1770 at Cockermouth, Cumberland, England. He was the second of the five children born to John Wordsworth and Ann Cookson. He was very close to his sister, Dorothy Wordsworth, who was also a poet like him and also maintained a diary. He married Mary Hutchinson. In 1838, The University of Durham awarded him an honorary doctorate in Civil Law, which was also conferred to him by The University of Oxford in the following year.
He also became a Poet Laureate in 1843 after the demise of Robert Southey. ( Wikipedia)
According to Poets.org, his earliest poetry collections were published in 1793, titled AnEvening Walk and Descriptive Sketches.
The Prelude is one of his best work which is his autobiography in blank verse. It was published after his death ( 23rd April, 1850).

Some of his best poems are:

The Prelude
Tintern Abbey
Ode: Intimations of Immortality
The Solitary Reaper
Daffodils
Ode to Duty
London 1802
I wandered lonely as a cloud.

( Courtesy: The Times of India and poets.org)
Let’s read one of my favorite poems

I wandered lonely as a cloud

I wandered lonely as a Cloud
   That floats on high o’er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
   A host of golden Daffodils;
Beside the Lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
   And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
   Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
   Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:—
A Poet could not but be gay
   In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the shew to me had brought:

For oft when on my couch I lie
   In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
   Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils.
( Courtesy: poets.org)

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