One of my goals for the Resolutionary Challenge is to read some great literature every week. This week I read about Wordsworth in one of the precious old books we have. The front cover is gone but the first page has a handwritten signature that says Constance E. Edwards, September 21st, 1910. The back padding is beginning to ooze out, but what's inside is so amazing! William Wordsworth was truly a genius and knew that he was destined to write from the time he was a child. His abilities to observe life around him was remarkable! The following little poem, which I love, is in a section called Poems Referring to the Period of Childhood
To A Butterfly
Stay near me...do not take they flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Much converse do I find in thee,
Historian of my infancy!
Float near me; do not yet depart!
Dead times revive in thee:
Thou bring'st gay creature as thou art!
A solemr image to my heart,
My father's family!
Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days,
The time, when , in our childish plays
My sister Emmeline and I
Together chased the butterfly!
A very hunter did I rush
Upon the prey:---with leaps and springs
I followed on from brake to bush;
But she, God love her! feared to brush
The dust from off its wings.
I love the imagery of wanting the butterfly to stay near to remind him of his childhood. Thinking back he remembers that his sister was more tender-hearted than he and knew that rubbing the dust off the wings of a butterfly renders them helpless. Such a metaphor for childhood, looking back as well as forward! So much in those few little lines! (plus he's the only person I know who uses more exclamation marks than me!