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| 1770-1850 |
I am studying this brilliant man in not one but two of my classes. Music to my ears, music to my eyes. I like his diction. It ain't lovey-dove-dove stuff that he's talking about but more about the bittersweet, about the unnoticeable things, about human flaw, about nature, nostolgia, and growth. Most poets of the Romantic period- as surprising as it might sound- did not write about love. Leave that to Shakespeare! I like to pretend that Wordsworth was my intellectual half except he's way (emphasis on the way) smarter than I ever will be and if he lived today he'd be about 250 years old.
