02.04.19 Unexpected reply

I’m reading a Wordsworth poem for my seminar, and as I read the second stanza, a “reply” played out onto the page through my pen—I, the happy medium.

From Wordsworth’s Expostulation and Reply:

“‘Where are your books? —that light bequeathed
To Beings else forlorn and blind!
Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed
From dead men to their kind.”

my reply:

“eyes closed to inner light
bereft of spirit’s sight
turn to dusty books
fingering dry pages with
wet and yearning sighs.”

I think that’s a response to the expostulating friend, not to Wordsworth, but it was a sort of happy unexpected flow of words that was fun.

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