From a letter from STC to Wordsworth after writing The Nightingale:
In stale blank verse a subject stale
I send per post my Nightingale;
And like an honest bard, dear Wordsworth,
You'll tell me what you think, my Bird's worth.
My own opinion's briefly this--
His bill he opens not amiss;
And when he has sung a stave or so,
His breast, & some small space below,
So throbs & swells, that you might swear
No vulgar music's working there.
So far, so good; but then, 'od rot him!
There's something falls off at his bottom.
Yet, sure, no wonder it should breed,
That my Bird's Tail's a tail indeed
And makes it's own inglorious harmony
Æolio crepitû, non carmine.
blank verse but STALE was in The Nightingale by W. Wordsworth (Written in April,1798) ! ! ! ! ! no! there was no stale or rotten verse! ! ! ! but full of joy for nature- And hark! the Nightingale begins its song Most musical, most melancholy [4] Bird! A melancholy Bird? O idle thought! In nature there is nothing melancholy. yeah in nature there is nothing melancholy or dejection..................
this poem made me smile. ah yes, we can be taken by different types of beauty but then are reminded that our beloveds too have bodily functions. but that has stopped me from being taken again and again. -gk
When nature calls we're all mortal, even those birds with a sweet song, need to respond.
It's a reply to Wordsworth by Coleridge! Brief expression of his ideas about his Nightingale! It's worth reading.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cool...................................! ! ! !