Wednesday 27 January 2010

A poem I liked since boyhood

William Wordsworth. 1770–1850


. The Solitary Reaper

BEHOLD her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain, 5
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.

No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands 10
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas 15
Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings?—
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago: 20
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?

Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang 25
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;—
I listen'd, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill, 30
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.

This poem of Wordsworth has been reminding me whenever I think of poetry ever since I first learned in my Hight school days.This solitary reaper symbolizes section of people who work tirelessly despite the fact they cant raise up from the standard they were born , but effortlessly fight against all odds.And also this people never wait for anyone to entertain them to escape from the reality and like the solitary reaper sings herself ,many speak themselves to get away from the depression which is normal to fall into .Life goes on with its kaleidoscopic  illusions and many go along with it thinking the illusion is real.
We pass on as we are tied down with our worldly duties feeling remorse also for not being able to do anything towards the amelioration of their standard. Some get angry with those who make money unscrupulously and being uncharitable also with thus accumulated money, though we know human life is limited and we like ants think we are big and do all the things by our own smartness and intelligence. Ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaa.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Can we control our destiny is a constant question debated by Philosophers and authors of self-development books.Authors talk this at one level of understanding and those who have understood and Saints from other level which is not comprehensible to those authors with limited vision and commercial bias.

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