William Wordsworth (1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)
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She dwelt among the untrodden ways
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
---Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!
William Wordsworth
Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Edited: Monday, January 23, 2012
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Poems by William Wordsworth : 212 / 388
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Subrata Ray, from Uluberia, West Bengal, leaves the following commentary on Wordsworth's poem, She Dwelt Among Untrodden Ways.
She appears Wordsworth's mind-born nature-goddess.Lucy is not Tagore's J'ivan Davota', -the mariner of the poet's -life -boat.She seems to me the illegitimate child born of the poet and his French mistress Emily Vallon. Lucy's reference finds hints to Wordsworth's 'By the Sea'.As the poet could not shower his filial affection to the child, and as he was away from her so, he re-directs his emotional stream to one who would simply would become a natural without being haunted by any intellect, or feeling.
To an instinct -governed romantic, the poem is an art, -an enigma indeed.
Why does the poet mourn at the demise of Lucy? Lucy, the poet wishes, if remains alive, would be a perfect emblem of Nature.Does Wordsworth know the perfected form of Nature?
Subrata Ray.Uluberia.West Bengal.India.
It's one of the beautiful poems of Wordsworth. The words which he uses to show his love to Lucy are fantastic.
I liked this poem very much and decided to translate it into russian:
Valentin Savin
(my translations)
William Wordswotrh
'She Dwelt Among Untrodden Ways'
О Д Н А С Р Е Д И Н Е Х О Ж Е Н Ы Х Д О Р О Г
Ж и л а о н а з а р е к о й Д а в .
О д н а с р е д и н е х о ж е н ы х д о р о г .
М н о г и м н е п о д у ш е б ы л е ё н р а в .
Л ю б и т ь е ё н е в с я к и й м о г .
В о м х е у з р и ш ь ф и а л к у н е в с е г д а .
Н е в с я к о м у в з г л я д у д о с т у п н а о н а .
Н о в н е б е я р ч е в с е х г о р и т з в е з д а ,
К о г д а о н а в с е г о о д н а .
Т а к в о д и н о ч е с т в е ж и л а
И т а к з а к о н ч и л а с в о й в е к
Л ю с и , к о т о р а я п р и ю т в м о г и л е л и ш ь н а ш л а , -
М н е с а м ы й б л и з к и й ч е л о в е к !
This is my favorite poem
oh what a lovely poerm, eyes whemn half muffled to the grace, .yet i am speechless by the way of narration...........
Yes, I too have loved this poem. Our hostess who presented it is to be commended for
giving the fruits of this lovely poet to the world of Cyberville.
It is a heart wrenching grouping of words, maybe to which many relate
Many ponder.
i love this poem! who ever typed it onto here is a bad typer but that's besides the point. i can totally relate to this poem sumhow...