Skating

Plenty by Tracy Reese

By William Wordsworth
1850

And in the frosty season, when the sun
Was set, and visible for many a mile
The cottage windows blazed through twilight gloom,
I heeded not their summons; happy time
It was indeed for all of us- for me
It was a time of rapture! Clear and loud
The village clock tolled six- I wheeled about,
Proud and exulting like an untried horse
That cares not for his home. All shod with steel,
We hissed along the polished ice in games
Confederate, imitative of the chase
And woodland pleasures- the resounding horn,
The pack loud chiming, and the hunted hare.
So through the darkness and the cold we flew,
And not a voice was idle; with the din
Smitten, the precipices rang aloud.
The leafless trees and every icy crag
Tinkled like iron; while far distant hills
Into the tumult sent an alien sound
Of melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars
Eastward were sparkling clear, and in the west
The orange sky of evening died away.
Not seldom from the uproar I retired
Into a silent bay, or sportively
Glanced sideways, leaving the tumultuous throng,
To cut across the reflex of a star
That fled, and, flying still before me, gleamed
Upon the glassy plain; and oftentimes,
When we had given our bodies to the wind,
And all the shadowy banks on either side
Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still
The rapid line of motion, then at once
Have I, reclining upon my heels,
Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs
Wheeled by me- even as if the earth had rolled
With visible motion her diurnal round!


8 Comments on “Skating”

  1. What a powerful poem ! “An alien sound of melancholy” is such a magnificent line … This Tracy Reese look is sumptuous too ! XO

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  2. Some words are meant to be read over and over and over… thank you for posting. love her red jacket WITH the hat, btw

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  3. A wonderful fix after a full day’s work (read at 6 pm BXL time). Will take it in my head when walking back home…

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    • dievca says:

      Ahh, good. I am glad. I always think of the Elfstedentocht in the Nederlands when the weather gets cold. Too bad 2012 didn’t happen. Does is get cold enough in Belgium to skate on more shallow bodies of water?

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