29 November 2022 — INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY (William Wordsworth)

I’m not sure why this poem came into my mind today. It’s one I’ve always loved but it’s not often I read poetry these days! The poem Reads:

‘Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting/ The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star/Hath had elsewhere its setting/And cometh from afar/ Not in entire forgetfulness/And not in utter nakedness/ But trailing clouds of glory do we come/ From God who is our home.

Heaven lies about us in our infancy!/ Shades of the prison house begin to close/Upon the growing Boy/But he beholds the light and whence it flows/He sees it in his joy/The Youth who daily farther from the east/ Must travel, still is Nature’s Priest/and by the vision splendid/Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away and fade into the light of common day.

A beautifully poetic way of saying that as babies and young children we know we are the soul and not the body and as we grow older we forget and in my terms identify ourselves with our bodies.

PONDER POINTS: my thoughts on reading this were…. my feelings upon reading it were…what I think about the poem and what it says is ….

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