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Modernist Rewrite of Wordworth
Transcript of Modernist Rewrite of Wordworth
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:--
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature's holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man? Lines Written in Early Spring By William Wordsworth I anticipated a thousand warplanes overhead,
While in my crumbling home I sat alone,
Wondering when fighting would stop shuddershaking the world
And if peace could still come.
To salvation are we a lost cause?
The humanity that once surged through has slowed;
And the sharp pain of hopelessness has dulled
With what man has made of this world.
Over cracked streets, in that gray city
The smoke still lingers across the skies;
And it is my instinct that every bomber, like myself,
Feels nothing anymore.
Children outside the grimy window scamper to their homes,
Their thoughts couldn't be known-
But covering their heads and staying low
Seemed certain to be for fear.
Again the mechanical birds sink below the clouds,
They catch the filth city air;
And before I take shelter I must remember, do all I can,
That they have no pleasure there.
If this war is not sent from Hell,
If such is not the Devil's wretched plan,
Have I not reason to be bitter
Of what man has made of this world? A Modernist Rewrite of Wordsworth's "Lines Written in Early Spring" At the start of the modern rewrite I tried to make the mood lonely and somewhat bitter as a common theme of modernism is the alienation of the individual in the modern world. The speaker, who is clearly very separated from me as the poet, wonders if peace could even come to the world anymore. The detachment from the world that the speaker feels continues through poem, with the speaker sitting alone inside a deteriorating house contemplating, but feeling nothing anymore. The invented word "shuddershaking" was used to show the chaos and damage of the world at the time. This sort of experimentation with words is common in modern writing. I also wrote this poem without a formal rhyming scheme because modernism often broke traditional rules of poetry.
I used the word "salvation" to suggest that mankind might be past the point of being saved from themselves. It is also alludes to faith in Christ, or any deity, and hints that faith and divine power may no longer being able to save mankind from all of his sins. Romantic literature often uses the theme of innocence in children. Rather than children playing in the streets, there were children rushing home to take shelter from the war planes. This represents the disappointment people felt with past ideas, and the complexity of modern life. Children could not carelessly play outside anymore. They, along with everyone else, were tainted by the war.