Westminster Bridge by William Wordsworth
Westminster Bridge London
Well, following yesterday’s Poems on the Underground excitement, it seemed the perfect time for some London themed poetry.
Today’s effort comes from a young man by the name of Billy Wordsworth who has penned his thoughts as he looks from Westminster Bridge.
Strangely no mention of the London Eye, Gherkin or double decker buses, but if you need to satisfy your craving for things of that nature the BBC have thoughtfully pandered to your needs.
I wonder what Mr Wordsworth would have made of the current view?
Nothing probably, he’d be far too busy updating his status on Facebook.
Anyway…
Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 by William Wordsworth
Earth hasd not anything to show me more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning: silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did a sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour valley, rock or hill;
Ne`er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)
Check out yesterday’s post for details of how to get hold of the Poems on the Underground booklet and a link to TFL’s online poetry archive.
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