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For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
The still sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue.—And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man:
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still
A lover of the meadows and the woods
And mountains; and of all that we behold
From this green earth; of all the mighty world
Of eye, and ear,—both what they half create,
And what perceive; well pleased to recognise
In nature and the language of the sense
The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul
Of all my moral being.
for I was blessed by the chance of academically studying what the brilliant poet William Wordsworth writes about in one of my classes, capturing me with his sensational abilities in writing. Though I only covered his most famous work (I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud) however, it was a leading path to discover more of his publishments. Today I passed by one of the most evocative poem I have ever read, if not the most. (Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey) this poem, I would say is marvelous, both in-depth and in breadth. As much as I instantly cherished it, William seems to have a special place for his own work too. He says ‘No poem of mine was composed under circumstances more pleasant for me to remember than this" Anyhow, I want to call up on one line in the whole poem. Wordsworth says "that disturbs me with the joy" this sentence carries a mass of meanings and feelings that I believe one could elevate by his own lens. Nevertheless, my lens is the reason why I was occupied by it.
As "Joy" occurs in such a sentence, evoking the powers of nature that seem to let us dive into our senses and be a healing environment. Yet, it is paired with the word "disturbs" and that is part of the brilliance of it all. For me, it is always the ugly in beauty, the flaws in what appears to be flawless. You see, the beauty of any possible creature could be linked with its disturbed. Despite it all, nature in fact can be unsettling too. This works as a way of inviting us to something large to experience, there is a poignance to it if you take it in as deeply as it seems.
I sometimes feel very small and at the same time very large. These connections that I have with the vastness of nature are special and personal to me, it is where I sense a unique duality of beauty. Let me tell you about one tree that I pass by every morning, I name her Breeze. I could feel humbled by Breeze and her great girth, luminous green leaves, and definitely her roots that are worth of years. At the same time, I am being enlarged by the vivid evocation of her calmness and stillness.
maybe
and only maybe
I structured this lens because I always found wonder in the (in-between-ness) as I seek a substance that I cannot embrace nor understand.
Just as joy being a part of the disturbed.
Written by Nada
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