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We Are Seven
[align=center]Hello,0
I’m back again with another poem. A poem that touches me every single time I read it as if reading it for the very first time. Reaching this poem was through a suggestion from our professor. We were sitting in the class waiting the rest of the students to arrive and begin the lecture. We heard the professor murmuring the words ‘We Are Seven’. We inquired his action and then he said: ‘`We Are Seven` is a poem by William Wordsworth and I remembered it now because you are seven in the class at the moment!!!!!’ How quick-witted you are, professor. We wrote the name down and made a research on Google. How quick the result was! How touchy the poem was!
It’s a narrative poem which means it tells a very short story. This story contains a theme which the reader is free to figure out. Every reader has the freedom to state the theme he/she thinks is right. No one has the right to protest against anyone’s belief as long as he/she has enough convincing evidence. WHY NOT TO TRY IT WITH THIS POEM??!
P.S:It might seem long and difficult but its easiness makes it as short as life!!!!0
WE ARE SEVEN
--------A SIMPLE Child,0
That lightly draws its breath,0
And feels its life in every limb,0
What should it know of death?0
I met a little cottage Girl:0
She was eight years old, she said;0
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That clustered round her head.0
She had a rustic, woodland air,0
And she was wildly clad:0
Her eyes were fair, and very fair;0
--Her beauty made me glad.0
"Sisters and brothers, little Maid,0
How many may you be?"0
"How many? Seven in all," she said
And wondering looked at me.0
"And where are they? I pray you tell."0
She answered, "Seven are we;0
And two of us at Conway dwell,0
And two are gone to sea.0
"Two of us in the church-yard lie,0
My sister and my brother;0
And, in the church-yard cottage, I
Dwell near them with my mother."0
"You say that two at Conway dwell,0
And two are gone to sea,0
Yet ye are seven!--I pray you tell,0
Sweet Maid, how this may be."0
Then did the little Maid reply,0
"Seven boys and girls are we;0
Two of us in the church-yard lie,0
Beneath the church-yard tree."0
"You run about, my little Maid,0
Your limbs they are alive;0
If two are in the church-yard laid,0
Then ye are only five."0
"Their graves are green, they may be seen,"0
The little Maid replied,0
"Twelve steps or more from my mother's door,0
And they are side by side.0
"My stockings there I often knit,0
My kerchief there I hem;0
And there upon the ground I sit,0
And sing a song to them.0
"And often after sunset, Sir,0
When it is light and fair,0
I take my little porringer,0
And eat my supper there.0
"The first that died was sister Jane;0
In bed she moaning lay,0
Till God released her of her pain;0
And then she went away.0
"So in the church-yard she was laid;0
And, when the grass was dry,0
Together round her grave we played,0
My brother John and I.0
"And when the ground was white with snow,0
And I could run and slide,0
My brother John was forced to go,0
And he lies by her side."0
"How many are you, then," said I,0
"If they two are in heaven?"0
Quick was the little Maid's reply,0
"O Master! we are seven."0
"But they are dead; those two are dead!0
Their spirits are in heaven!"0
'Twas throwing words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,0
And said, "Nay, we are seven!"0
Pardon me for the zeros because the punctuation in reverse is just a pain in my neck!! I can’t stand it!!0[/align]
I’m back again with another poem. A poem that touches me every single time I read it as if reading it for the very first time. Reaching this poem was through a suggestion from our professor. We were sitting in the class waiting the rest of the students to arrive and begin the lecture. We heard the professor murmuring the words ‘We Are Seven’. We inquired his action and then he said: ‘`We Are Seven` is a poem by William Wordsworth and I remembered it now because you are seven in the class at the moment!!!!!’ How quick-witted you are, professor. We wrote the name down and made a research on Google. How quick the result was! How touchy the poem was!
It’s a narrative poem which means it tells a very short story. This story contains a theme which the reader is free to figure out. Every reader has the freedom to state the theme he/she thinks is right. No one has the right to protest against anyone’s belief as long as he/she has enough convincing evidence. WHY NOT TO TRY IT WITH THIS POEM??!
P.S:It might seem long and difficult but its easiness makes it as short as life!!!!0
WE ARE SEVEN
--------A SIMPLE Child,0
That lightly draws its breath,0
And feels its life in every limb,0
What should it know of death?0
I met a little cottage Girl:0
She was eight years old, she said;0
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That clustered round her head.0
She had a rustic, woodland air,0
And she was wildly clad:0
Her eyes were fair, and very fair;0
--Her beauty made me glad.0
"Sisters and brothers, little Maid,0
How many may you be?"0
"How many? Seven in all," she said
And wondering looked at me.0
"And where are they? I pray you tell."0
She answered, "Seven are we;0
And two of us at Conway dwell,0
And two are gone to sea.0
"Two of us in the church-yard lie,0
My sister and my brother;0
And, in the church-yard cottage, I
Dwell near them with my mother."0
"You say that two at Conway dwell,0
And two are gone to sea,0
Yet ye are seven!--I pray you tell,0
Sweet Maid, how this may be."0
Then did the little Maid reply,0
"Seven boys and girls are we;0
Two of us in the church-yard lie,0
Beneath the church-yard tree."0
"You run about, my little Maid,0
Your limbs they are alive;0
If two are in the church-yard laid,0
Then ye are only five."0
"Their graves are green, they may be seen,"0
The little Maid replied,0
"Twelve steps or more from my mother's door,0
And they are side by side.0
"My stockings there I often knit,0
My kerchief there I hem;0
And there upon the ground I sit,0
And sing a song to them.0
"And often after sunset, Sir,0
When it is light and fair,0
I take my little porringer,0
And eat my supper there.0
"The first that died was sister Jane;0
In bed she moaning lay,0
Till God released her of her pain;0
And then she went away.0
"So in the church-yard she was laid;0
And, when the grass was dry,0
Together round her grave we played,0
My brother John and I.0
"And when the ground was white with snow,0
And I could run and slide,0
My brother John was forced to go,0
And he lies by her side."0
"How many are you, then," said I,0
"If they two are in heaven?"0
Quick was the little Maid's reply,0
"O Master! we are seven."0
"But they are dead; those two are dead!0
Their spirits are in heaven!"0
'Twas throwing words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,0
And said, "Nay, we are seven!"0
Pardon me for the zeros because the punctuation in reverse is just a pain in my neck!! I can’t stand it!!0[/align]
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