So I was
sitting on my couch, watching the rain falling on my window pane and surfing on
internet when I came across a zillion of thoughts of how I love poetry. It was
within a microsecond that all my technical thoughts shifted from how to create
an artificial blood vessel to how beautiful a writer Shakespeare is. How brain
works is crazy, isn't it? In a microsecond cutting through a myriad
memories and current assignment ideas, my brain recalled a poem about Lucy,
violet, moss , which I had read back when I was 11 or 12 years old in my
English textbook. What I was surprised at was that how it was deep rooted
inside my head. Since I remembered a few words from the poem, I googled them
and Bam!! There it was!! 'She dwelt among the untrodden ways' by William
Shakespeare.
I
hesitated to read it for a second. It was like opening of a chapter from
childhood where those memories warm you up from inside, but they also tear you
apart. Poetry is the overflow of powerful feelings that have been
originated from emotion recollected in tranquility. I wanted to share
this poem with everyone. Here it goes-
SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A
Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A
violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
--Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She
lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to
be;
But
she is in her grave, and, oh,
The
difference to me!
