SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways,
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid of whom there were none to praise,
And very few to love:
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid of whom there were none to praise,
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden by the eye!
--Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
Half hidden by the eye!
--Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me
By: William Wordsworth
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| how often do you pass by the "untrodden ways"? |
Back in college, my professor in literature gave us an assignment to choose a poem from the English Literature collection. She said to relate the poem to an important person in our lives. We need to read the poem in our class but before reading, we need to inform the class to whom the poem is for or we are relating to.
I read the above poem and I am referring to my mother who died when I was fourteen. When I’m done reading I found that most of my classmates were in tears including my professor. I did not realize that I read the poem with much emotion.
Ako din na touch. You are missing your mother Balut and it touched everyone's heart. Me, i miss my father who passed away 20 years ago.
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem, but a sad one.. Your mom could be angel now.. and you are like an angel to me too! Mwah! Hugs!
ReplyDeletevery touching nga po iton poem at lalo na para sa iyong ina.
ReplyDeletesabi nila ma-appreciate mo ang iyong Nanay kapag ikaw na yung nakasalang sa hospital para manganak. Siguro kasi sa gitna ng pag-ere, paghila at pagtahi nare-realize ito pala ang start din ng hirap sa akin ng Nanay ko. (naisip ko daw ito bigla kahit hindi pa ako nanganganak)
Maraming ina sa mundo, may sikat at mayroon ding minamaliit- Pero ano man sila sa ibang tao,walang papantay sa pagdakila ng sariling anak sa kanya.
RIP po sa kanya.
ganda ng poem kaso kakalungkot nga hays
ReplyDeleteSad. I like the poem. Tagos sa puso. Mapapaiyak ka nga talaga
ReplyDeleteNalungkot naman ako teh malamang pati ako nakuha kung andon din ako sa klase mo!
ReplyDeleteI read your part before I read the poem. Naiyak ako.
ReplyDeleteHugs Balut! I'm sure your mom is an angel now, watching over you everyday, especially when you pass untrod-den ways :)
dont worry balut, masaya yung mom with God. ganda ng poem pero sad ng tone
ReplyDelete@ to all
ReplyDeleteTHANKS to all your comforting comments.
Yes I'm missing my mother a lot - never fails. Lagi ko ngang sinasabi "When you lost a mom, mourning never stops. You just learn to live with it".
THANKS a lot