After All … Wordsworth was Right!
Nature is the only source of poetry …. Although I AGREE WITH Coleridge that the language of the common peasant is not sufficient to convey the intricate pronomials of Nature that a reflective mind demands.
But Wordsworth, who said that “poetry is the spontaneous overflow of feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility” (Preface to Lyrical Ballads, 1802) was more than right.
We sit and wonder why the world grins and smirks at us with a manner approaching derision
.
It is because we refuse to allow our bodies and minds to be taken away – into a realm of Lovecraftian space – by the immortal Beauty that lands itself before us.
One day I sat in a park, drinking vodka, and watched a couple (hand-in-hand) walk about the lake …
And I felt derision.
The next day, seeing the same spectacle, I felt hope.
Moods change, but people prevail.
Tomorrow may bring a monster or an angel, or a some half-life Ialdabaoth betwixt BOTH.
OK
In the meantime, Edward is here, dying, waiting for his beloved.
She is resolutely unavailable.
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