A Few Words About Wordsworth
Wordsworth wrote, in 'Splendor in the Grass,'
of the glory found in the flower.
He alluded to a love long passed,
like a clock ticks off each hour.
He was saddened when taken from his sight,
was the radiance of a love he once knew.
His world had been filled with splendid light,
but darkened in shades of gray and blue.
He wrote to tell us we should not grieve
for a lost love we've left behind.
His words I will never believe,
for in them no truth do I find.
I wonder if Wordsworth shed a tear,
or had his heart hardened to stone.
Did his sobs ever reach his ears?
In grief, did he ever cry alone?
Do men mourn loss in a different way?
Are they immune to crying at all?
When my love learned I was going away,
I wonder if he allowed his tears to fall.
Wordsworth may have been a poet grand,
but in 'Splendor...' he has clearly shown
the falsehoods written by his hand.
I grieve for love... I cry alone.
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