Poems For People Who Hate Poetry

Send us a textThere is deep value in removing yourself from your own skin and entering the skin of another person. Only through poetry and literature and painting can we exercise this ability of humans. And in this poem, Wordsworth teaching you howLines Written Near Richmond, upon the Thames at EveningBy William WordworthHow rich the wave, in front, imprestWith evening-twilight’s summer hues,While,  facing thus the crimson west,The boat her silent path pursues!And see how dark the backward stream!A little moment past, so smiling!And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam,Some other loiterer beguiling.Such views the youthful bard allure,But,  heedless of the following gloom,He deems their colours shall endure‘Till peace go with him to the tomb.—And let him nurse his fond deceit,And what if he must die in sorrow !Who would not cherish dreams so sweet,Though grief and pain may come to-morrow ?Glide gently,  thus for ever glide,O Thames !  that other bards may see,As lovely visions by thy sideAs now,  fair river! c