Coleridge and Wordsworth: The Muse
Coleridge and Wordsworth are in the book quite a bit, Coleridge wasn’t the easiest house guest, by all accounts. So I thought I’d be literary and have a go at a play. This is a contemplation on the muse and how easily an idea can be lost. So over to Wordsworth and Coleridge.
WORDSWORTH and COLERIDGE out for a stroll.
I wandered lonely as a…
Hang on buddy you’re walking too fast.
I’m just admiring the clouds that float on high o’er vales and hills.
It’s gunna bucket down I reckon.
Wait, I have a feeling about this place. I have something, I just need to contemplate deeply.
What’s that over there, by the lake… a host of something, I can’t quite see…
Can’t stand those stupid daffodils. Sorry, what were you saying?
Errr, what was I…can’t remember … let’s carry on.