Culture and Poetry (Part 5)

Below is a third poem by a great poet helping us to better understand the meaning of life.

In my next post, I will discuss the intention of the poem and why it is so important to us.

Written in March (Wordsworth, 1807)

The cock is crowing,


The stream is flowing,


The small birds twitter,


The lake doth glitter,

The green field sleeps in the sun;


The oldest and youngest


Are at work with the strongest;


The cattle are grazing,


Their heads never raising;

There are forty feeding like one!

 

Like an army defeated


The snow hath retreated,


And now doth fare ill


On the top of the bare hill;


The plowboy is whooping—anon-anon:


There’s joy in the mountains;


There’s life in the fountains;


Small clouds are sailing,


Blue sky prevailing;


The rain is over and gone!

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