william wordsworth i wondered lonely as a cloud

In conclusion, William and I cannot match completely, unfortunately. Childhood meant perfectness like sun elderliness meant the end like setting. Lastly, William separated from vita into three pieces that are childhood, puberty, and elderliness and he mentioned them in the same way that I feel. He always was impressed with nature he also reflected his love of nature and the strength of nature. Wordsworth tried to use colorful words and believed that imagination is the most vital power of inspiration. After that, he wrote an autobiography and a spate of other romantic poems. He had written a lot of romantic poems, but when he moved in his friend Coleridge, they wrote “Lyrical Ballads” which is known for the proclamation of romance. William Wordsworth who lived between 1770-1850, was one of the most famous poets of the romantic period. On the contrary, I accept my individualism and obscureness side of life like he says, “that would make me less forlorn”, and “which is the bliss of solitude”. Although everything that I said sounds unfortunate, his poets do not force me feeling hopeless. Then, I can hear the crackling of the leaves of fall. After that, when he says, “For this, for everything, we are out of tune”, I suddenly notice like that there is a sun, yet it is about to set.

When he says, “The winds are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers”, I am beginning to smile innocently like I can sense the peace of autumn, and I can see the sun. I permanently perceive that he is drawing a painting of an autumn day or a sunset even though he narrates to flowers. Indeed, neither I am anxious while I am waiting for my mother or I am happy. After I read his writings, I feel like I am standing in front of the door and waiting for my mom because I do not have keys. It is an infrequent mood for my characteristic feature. Then he says, “And then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances with daffodils”, and I am starting to embrace all colored clouds which may be white or black or grey, and I am starting to fly between them. When he says, “when on my couch I lie, in vacant or pensive mood”, I can see my dark grey clouds. While I am reading his sayings, I feel lonely but peaceful or I feel like I am flying but clouds are dark grey. William Wordsworth’s poems make me feel in the same way. I rarely feel but, sometimes I come up to a song that has very sad emotions even the rhythm of the song is fast.

William wordsworth i wondered lonely as a cloud