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Saturday, April 22, 2023

'The breathings of your heart'


“That best portion of a man's life are his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.” – William Wordsworth

Wordsworth, born in England’s Lake Country in April of 1770, was mostly self-taught as both a reader and writer, but his immense natural talent led to his becoming Britain's Poet Laureate from 1843 until his death in April of 1850.   Along with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, he helped launch the Romantic Age in English        literature with a joint publication of their 1798 masterpiece, Lyrical Ballads.  
                         When asked by rising young Scottish poet and playwright Joanna Baillie what advice a young poet might take from him, he replied,  “Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”   Indeed. 
                        For Saturday’s Poem, here is Wordsworth’s,

 My Heart Leaps Up

                                                My heart leaps up when I behold
                                                A rainbow in the sky:
                                                So was it when my life began;
                                                So is it now I am a man;
                                                So be it when I shall grow old,
                                                Or let me die!
                                                The Child is father of the Man;
                                                And I could wish my days to be
                                                Bound each to each by natural piety.

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