Critically analyse Resolution
and Independence as a
narrative poem
The poet establishes in the first two stanzas
the mood of nature when he traveled on the moor. The tense can be confusing.
Wordsworth begins in the simple past, but the past serves here the uses of the
present in the sense of active recollection of emotion in present tranquility.
The BUT at the beginning of stanza four introduces the contrast that exists
between the joy of nature and the dejection of the poet. The time that he
recalls was one of a rising sun, ” calm and bright,” singing birds ” in the distant
woods,” the ” pleasant noise of waters” in the air, the world teeming with ”
all things that love the sun,” the grass jeweled with rain-drops, the hare
running is his glee. But the poet’s morning is one subjectivity of dejection;
on this morning did ” fears and fancies” come upon him profusely. In the midst
of ” the sky-lark warbling in the sky,” he likens himself unto ” the playful
hare”; even such a happy child of earth am I / even as these blissful creatures
do I fare; / far from the world I walk, and from all careĆ¢€¦.’ This is the
joyous side of his life. But, in the midst of the joy, he thinks of that other
kind of day that might come to him, that day of ‘ solitude, pain of heart,
distress, and poverty.” In stanza 6 he recalls how his life has been as ” a
summer, mood,” how the sustenance of life in all its nourishing variations has
come to him so gratuitously. But, then he thinks also of the possibility that
it will not continue so for one who takes no practical thought for his own care
and keep. The question is, how long will nature continue to give freely to one
who does not with diligent responsibility harvest grain for the garner of
future days: ” but how can He [ in this case the poet himself] expect that
others should / Blind for him, sow for him, and at his call / Love him; who for
himself will take no heed at all?” the poet thinks of himself as poet, one
endowed with his own privileged, joyous place in life, there comes to his mind
the names of Thomas Chatteron and Robert Burns, poets in the English tradition
that Wordsworth would admire. The association that he makes of himself with
them is at one and the same time joyous and imminent: we poets in our use begin
in gladness;/ but thereof come in the end despondency and madness.” The
universal joy of the poet’s life is contemplated in range of potential sorrow........................................................
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