It is the first mild day of March:Each minute sweeter than beforeThe redbreast sings from the tall larchThat stands beside our door.There is a blessing in the air,Which seems a sense of joy to yieldTo the bare trees, and mountains bare,And grass in the green field.My sister! (’tis a wish of mine)Now that our morning meal is done,Make haste, your morning task resign;Come forth and feel the sun.Edward will come with you - and, pray,Put on with speed your woodland dress;And bring no book: for this one dayWe’ll give to idleness.No joyless forms shall regulateOur living calendar:We from to-day, my Friend, will dateThe opening of the year.Love, now a universal birth,From heart to heart is stealing,From earth to man, from man to earth:It is the hour of feeling.One moment now may give us moreThan years of toiling reason:Our minds shall drink at every poreThe spirit of the season.Some silent laws our hearts will make,Which they shall long obey:We for the year to come may takeOur temper from to-day.And from the blessed power that rollsAbout, below, above,We’ll frame the measure of our souls:They shall be tuned to love.Then come, my Sister! come, I pray,With speed put on your woodland dress;And bring no book: for this one dayWe’ll give to idleness.
Like so many, my first contact with poetry was at school.
In my teens I tried my hand at poetry and found that I rather enjoyed it.
As a musician, poetry enabled me to write songs - really cool to be a teenager and strumming out your own songs (badly in my case) on the guitar.
I decided to build this site alongside a corresponding YouTube channel (Poets' Corner) and include both a narrated version of each poem along with the printed version.
Having always loved (and many times visited) The Lake District in northwest England it seemed only right to start with Wiliam Wordsworth and, once I've created a significant body of his work, I'll start working on other poets.