“Wordsworth’s Women Now 21st Century”
Your “Solitary Reaper”;
She sings alone, you must embrace her,
So young with a melody-a Nightingale chants no better
She’s hardworking-cutting and binding grains, with tunes representing Her loss or pain.
Be quiet!-or stop to listen the overflow of her sound
Miles you may walk and still hear her melody on the ground.
Her music is so compelling,
But I’m ignorant about its meaning,
Tell me Composers, if familiar with this tune?-
I crave to relate to her words, I beg you let it be soon!
But still whatever it is she sang,
As though it never had an ending;
Whatever journey I travel,
In my heart she’s forever singing.
Oh William!-where are you to offer meaning to these girls?
Who have forgotten the “Solitary Reaper” and engage in slackness in the world.
They no longer sing- they only listen to their “beats’
Defining their bodies outrageously as though they’re pieces of meat
Oh William-only you can teach them some esteem
Tell them they are not objects but are princesses and queens
William where are you?!-to tell them of (her) “Lucy”, “she (that) dwelt among untrodden ways”
So they may live and die with reputations of a virgin or to you a maid
But no William, you left them vulnerable to the vulgarity of today!
And now your ladies have surely lost their way
Their songs only degrade them and bring shame to them that hear-
Defining their bodies like materials-
in only settings that they are bare.
They internalize, exposing parts below the head; above the feet
William! Can you believe your “Reaper” now Bleach
You would be ashamed to stop if you should ever pass
To see “Lucy” who has lost all esteem and all class.
That “fits of passion you found strange”:
When in your bed you lay
That fantasy of your own
You would wish come true in today
You would turn away the horse that carries you to see her
You would never use nature to ever compare
For she is no longer the “Lucy” that you dearly knew
She is different, vulgar, she betrayed you
All that time when you see the absence of the moon;
You would jump for the thought it offers you
That she is dead!
That girl who becomes a stranger
Must die and return in order to be better
Wordsworth, they have changed all too much
They are no longer ladies and hence, is treated as such
I pray in times that I was in your time
For no “Reaper” is here, no “Lucy” is in mine.
Little background to note: One of my favorite poets from the classical times 🙂
William Wordsworth an English Romantic Poet of the 18th century is one of the forerunners of this artistic and intellectual movement.
Romanticism originated in Europe as a reaction against the stylistic and formal features of Neo-Classicism.The names of the original poems from Wordsworth used for my adaptation from are:
- Solitary Reaper
- She dwelt among untrodden ways
- Strange fits of passion have I Known