"The Bliss of Solitude"

    Wordsworth's poem "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" makes me feel the nostalgia of the classic song "Somewhere Over the Rainbow". It makes me feel like there's a better place out there that we can only dream about. This poem made me want to go watch a black and white movie, or sing in the rain (which was a very real option this weekend), or think about the 1940's and 1950's when times were simultaneously simpler and more challenging. Wordsworth was able to make me feel like I was in a secluded cabin in the woods, sipping coffee in a rocking chair on the shaded porch, under which the branches to a giant, beautiful, healthy, green tree hang. These poems were like stepping outside on a nice, cool, breezy morning and taking in one huge gulp of fresh air.

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