For I have learnedTo look on nature, not as in the hourOf thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimesThe still sad music of humanity,Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample powerTo chasten and subdue.—And I have feltA presence that disturbs me with the joyOf elevated thoughts – William Wordsworth from Tintern Abbey …
Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth – William Wordsworth, from Tintern Abbey Some of my oldest, fondest, and most cherished memories are rooted in nature. For as long as I can remember …
Some writers confuse authenticity, which they ought always to aim at, with originality, which they should never bother about. – W.H. Auden In our previous post on How To Write Every Day we discussed the origins of all writing and the necessity for Inspiration. You can revisit that post here. …
