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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413190" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Oh Wordsworth! Wordsworth!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh Wordsworth! Wordsworth! <br>In vain you have scattered thy heavy words<br>Unanchored by human character, sighing, suffering or thought <br>They to be scudded by the winds towards <br>Nothing, but a pile of chaffs and morsels in midfield of naught<br> <br>But once you did captivate the heart of a lad and lass<br>When you wrote about the splendor in the grass<br>Tented with the canopy of the glory of the flower<br>Since then your prose froze, sank never again to tower</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet to the above well deserved praise <br>one small correction I am obliged to raise<br>This is done without any malice or bad intention<br>but the fact of truth should not be snaffled its mention<br> <br>That these soft lines of human treasure<br>were buried in 'ode' beyond any measure<br>under the weight of ten stanzas that ware wilt any reader pleasure<br>Oh Wordsworth if you had just written half less<br>your message and verse would have so much more grace<br> <br>Failing to recite your long lines of 'nature' at school<br>The teacher called me loud and clear ‘You damned fool’<br>Stone cold at heart she could never feel or tell<br>How arid, dull to death and ludicrous was ‘Peter bell’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh Wordsworth! Wordsworth! <br>In your rather long and tedious “Excursion”<br>A quarto that hold several hundreds pages<br>You have given a sample from the vasty version<br>Of your “new system” to perplex the sages<br>I assume that he who understands it would be able<br>To resolve the confusion at the tower of Babel<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh Wordsworth! Wordsworth! <br>In vain you have summoned the earth, sun and creeks<br>That rush in the maze of forest gloom<br>Your verse is doused with heavy dunce to be a doom <br>And never your pen treads with your colleagues peaks<br> <br>The wording of your prose in human aspect is low<br>It teaches me the nothingness of things<br>Word after word line by line about nothing<br>You gathered winds and storms but never let them see a show<br>The anticipated climax that never culminated into its conclusion<br>The converging clouds dissipated leaving the reader struck with illusion </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">But some dignitary scholars of the world idol you<br>As the distinguished poet of nature<br>They teach your philosophy in every college lecture<br>“He who has mourned and wept to know<br>The sweet memories of childhood, friendship and love first glow<br>Once they leave us, we forever live in vexing pain of their shadow”<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">     copy rights 2010</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Ziv">Isaac Ziv</a><div class=q>
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In vain you have scattered thy heavy words
Unanchored by human character, sighing, suffering or thought 
They to be scudded by the winds towards 
Nothing, but a pile of chaffs and morsels in midfield of naught
 
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