The husband, the son and the poems in my ordinary life

If there is a list of people craving for poems in the morning, add me, please!
I do love reading poems during my breakfast, recently. I do visit while finishing my morning routines before hit the road. I have been searching the best online collections.

What I have read today? William Wordsworth, a collection of his early works. Why? I happened to listen to a brief review of his collections where he was acknowledged as “a frontier of romanticism, a counter of neo-classic, a gift for ordinary people who fall in love with poetic drawings of daily and trivial things: humble, simple, and subtle. The nature, the people…hmmm.. it’s amazed me, how his words successfully traveled hundred years from the age he lived, and arriving here adding the beauty of my “so-so life”.

Wordsworth’s crafts remind me of simple rhymes created by my son, Fawwaz, and the longing-words of my husband, Farid. Wordsworth wrote long lines, he inserted conversations in several poems, but he skilfully maintained the simplicity.
Farid and Fawwaz crafts are called  “sajak-sajar rumahan”, poetic words that we wrote one to each other for many reasons: to express our happiness, sadness, loneliness or whenever we are thinking of one to each other.

They both write poems (why I do not have such talent, darned me!). They both craft their feeling, the nature and small things around us, and that is why I’d love to read more poems, lately.

So, on one fine Sunday morning, with a glass of tomato juice and poems of Wordsworth, my husband and  son, I can not ask for more (well, new requests might be rise as sun goes high, but now.. I am seriously thinking how beautiful and healthy my morning is while skimming the horrifying news of the war in South Ossetia, Georgia…–oh dear the rulers of the World , no more war, please!)

Here are some favorite quotes of Wordsworth on poetry:

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.”

“She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years.”

“Small service is true service, while it lasts.”


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