My Favourite Poet
I am a great lover of poetry. I learn poems in my literature class and I have studied many poets in detail. Shelly, Keats, Yeats, Wordsworth etc., have been taught to us.
Of all the English poets, the one I am most-fond of is Wordsworth. He belonged to the Romantic Age, the age that was a reaction to the neo-classical poetry of the 18th century.
Wordsworth wrote in an unconventional style with a diction that was easy to understand. His poetry is ‘the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings recollected in tranquility. He was not so concerned with the downfall of kings and queens.
He was more concerned with the simple people that he came across in his life. The more simple a person was, the more appealing Wordsworth found him. That is the reason why some of his most beautiful and touching poems are about a solitary girl who reaps in the field. She is an ordinary village girl, who sings a sad plaintive song and this is enough to transfix Wordsworth to the place where he heard her song echoing in the valley.
Wordsworth was a worshipper of nature. It was his firm belief that the company of nature brings joy to our hearts. Nature to him provides a healing power to comfort, troubled minds.
He believed that nature is a teacher who can educate human beings. He was the only poet who gave nature so much importance that he evolved a philosophy on nature.
Wordsworth paints very beautiful vivid pictures of beauty from nature and this endears him to me. I can never forget the effect of his words as I read them and enjoy the music of his words.
I also find a lot of peace and comfort in nature and when I read nature poetry, I feel that I can relate to it immediately and this is why Wordsworth poems become a source of great joy for me.
