Visit 2/21/14
Our visit begins with a cup of tea for him and a cup of
cocoa for me. I am sure he would prefer
tea, although I don’t know how to make tea or what kind he will like. But since he is English, tea must be his
drink of choice. We walk throughout the Lake
District in England, gathering inspiration as we glide through marsh and
grass. Sucking in the green, lush
landscape and I completely understand why he loves this land and how he found
his inspiration here. I ask him how he
could go on after his parents had died within five years of each other. How did he begin his artistry? How did he clear his mind to allow his
thoughts to come through? Was he down at
times? Which poem did he love best and
why did he write mostly poetry and prose?
Why not short stories or novels?
Where his ideas scattered? Did he
want to expound more on them? I would
tell him why “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” is one of my favorite poems
ever. I would tell him of the perfect
clarity that picture brings to my mind.
I would ask how he could write poetry, when I can’t seem to get two
words to rhyme without it sounding ridiculous.
I would ask him every writing question, I have ever had and then be
quiet and listen. I would try to soak in
his experience and knowledge and take it home with me, to embark on my newest
project. William Wordsworth would be my
teacher and one of the greatest visits of my life.
2 comments:
Your writing is so descriptive. I enjoy how all of the words flow together, seemingly without end.
Thank you Michelle. I feel like I have lots of words in my head. It sure helps to get them out!
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