William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

A Poet! He Hath Put His Heart To School - Poem by William Wordsworth

. A poet!--He hath put his heart to school,
Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff
Which art hath lodged within his hand--must laugh
By precept only, and shed tears by rule.
Thy Art be Nature; the live current quaff,
And let the groveller sip his stagnant pool,
In fear that else, when Critics grave and cool
Have killed him, Scorn should write his epitaph.
How does the Meadow-flower its bloom unfold?
Because the lovely little flower is free
Down to its root, and, in that freedom, bold;
And so the grandeur of the Forest-tree
Comes not by casting in a formal mould,
But from its own divine vitality.


Comments about A Poet! He Hath Put His Heart To School by William Wordsworth

  • Gold Star - 35,597 Points Gajanan Mishra (12/19/2012 9:09:00 AM)

    divine vitality. good. I like it. (Report) Reply

    6 person liked.
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  • Bronze Star - 2,512 Points john tiong chunghoo (9/24/2006 4:39:00 AM)

    art is heart
    it comes forth
    from within
    to hinge on
    the world
    smiling like a bloom
    waiting
    for someone to fall in love with (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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