Sunday, June 22, 2008

Dorothy Wordsworth ~*Thoughts on My Sick-bed*~

Dorothy Wordsworth was sister to writer William Wordsworth. She was sent of to stay with distant relatives at a young age and not brought up around her four brothers. Dorothy were very close and lived together throughout many years of their lives. She seems to have an unstable emotional mind, and in her later years had undergone through series of illnesses.
In the poem Thoughts on My Sick-bed, I can get a sense that she has been having hard times, yet I was happy to see her appreciation in the beauty of the nature in the "sunny Spring" (293). She seems to forget her suffering now and remember when she was out of her sick-bed and able to interact outside with nature when she could walk the trails and hills. You get the sense of this all being a memory when she ends the poem with "and with Memory I was there"(294). She was free from being isolated in a room in her sick bed. She didn't need anything but the memory she had and she was able to gain happiness and appreciation. This gives high hopes when being in the worst situation but still being able to know that the world still is filled with wonderful things. Although I can sense her pain and struggle, I also sense a state of happiness in her mind.
Her writing includes many footnotes that all seem to relate to similar topics of William Wordsworth. The style seems to be similar and the essence of the topic of nature well fits both of them as Romantics.

3 comments:

Jonathan.Glance said...

Linh,

Nice job on this post. You do a good job of focusing on this poem by Dorothy Wordsworth, and your analysis shows good insights.I like the way you bring your own experiences to your interpretation.

Thao said...

She seemed to really enjoy nature, and I was impressed how she could still describe what she was missing on the outside world. nature seemed to keep her going. I liked your post.

Samantha Simon said...

The fact that Dorothy was really able to forget about her sickness and have fun even though it was just a memory was the best part of the poem.