blog assignment #10

What can I add to all the other’s comments on this topic? Well, there is not much, but I will do my best to perhaps draw some ties between this guy and other Transcendentalist. Transcendentalism, by definition, is the means of communing with God through nature. There is an absence of organized religion in this ideology; why go to other men to hear about God when you can go into the woods and experience God first hand? Well, the author of this poem does not mention God, but his beliefs are very similar. Nature is his religion. He mentions himself that he worships nature. Just like a church would be to some people, the magnificent beauties of the world are to Wordsworth. One can say that this man is rather antisocial---for he never mentions seeking solace by means of other people. This argument is perhaps the greatest to debunk this guy’s views. Obviously, Wordsworth exhibits a sort of introverted personality---re-energizing on his own, by himself, in the presence of trees and cliffs and the like. Only some people are like this, and not all. Not everyone can just lose themselves in the beauty of nature---some people are wired with the need to talk to other people. Wordsworth would argue that other people complicate things, and interfere with the Zen of being in nature. There is one more thing to point out worth importance. Amidst the poem is a line that identifies that Wordsworth sees humanity in nature---that by looking at the trees and the oceans and the cliffs he is able to see everyman. He calls it “the still, sad music of humanity.” This line is followed by a string of lines that seem to imply that humanity and nature have one commonality. They are both able to be subdued. So, it is easy to sum up that the author believes that society not only neglects nature, but abuses it. This is the same with people. This poet seems to exemplify Blake. He plays on emotion and downplays reason. Come back to nature.