"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

16 August 2020

Soul.

Goodwin, Queen Anne’s Lace, 2019


This is the way in which the poet did his work. He used to go out with a pencil and a tablet and note what struck him and make a picture out of it. But Nature does not allow an inventory to be made of her charms! He should have left his pencil behind, and gone forth in a meditative spirit; and, on a later day, he should have embodied in verse not all that he had noted but what he best remembered of the scene; and he would have then presented us with its soul, and not with the mere visual aspect of it.

William Wordsworth

No comments: