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(Alex Young) William Wordsworth “The Idiot Boy” by Joshua Gonsalves

Joshua Gonsalves wrote an article about William Wordsworth’s poem “The Idiot Boy.” The article is titled “Reading Idiocy: Wordsworth’s The Idiot Boy.” This is a very nice strait forward, to the point title. Joshua Gonsalves begins the article by telling how much William Wordsworth enjoyed his poem “The Idiot Boy” As Wordsworth tells here, “I wrote the poem with exceeding pleasure and whenever I read it I read it with pleasure”. Gonsalves begins to explain why Wordsworth had this great love with this poem in particular. He tells us that its is because the poem reminds him of his mother how recently passed away He then goes on breaking down the poem and describing it in a great detail.

After reading “The Idiot Boy” I can see why Wordsworth enjoyed this poem so much. Joshua Gonsalves argues that the idiot at heart of this poem is not as the reader expects, the boy, but his mother. You first assume that the boy is the idiot especially while looking at the title of the poem. Once you actually read the poem all the way through you can see that the mother is actually quite crazy in her own way. In the poem it appears that she looses her mind as she yells into the distance over and over and then later runs into the woods and finds a place to weep. Maybe this is Wordsworth’s way of describing his own mother. In the poem we find that William Wordsworth has opened up his feminine side in a way to write about the mother Betty Foy. As he writes the poem he had to of used a great amount of mother-love thinking. Wordsworth creates Betty Foy as a character who openly shows her love towards her son. This is not the first time that Wordsworth has used Betty Foy as a character in a poem. He also used this character in his poem “The Mad Mother.” Again in “The Mad Mother” Betty Foy lives for her boy. She also appears wild or crazy in the poem “The Mad Mother.” Here we see the mother appears to be the true idiot again. Wordsworth seems to have some deep emotion with his poem “The Idiot Boy” because is says many times that he enjoys it so much. Here he says, “I never wrote anything with so much glee.”

There have been a huge amount of comments on the actual character Johnny From “The Idiot Boy.” A majority of these comments share the same general idea that it is unnatural that a person in a state of complete idiotism should excite the warmest feelings of attachment. I agree that Wordsworth creates Johnny in a way that makes him seem so delighted even with his current problems. Johnny truly never losses his happiness even when he is lost in the woods. Wordsworth does an amazing job changing the way we look at Johnny who in the beginning of the poem, seams that he is sad and depressed because if his idiocy. Then after reading the poem you see that he is very happy and content to just have his mother around. This is why I believe that Wordsworth is telling the story of his life that he had longed for, the life that he never got due to his mothers death. This could partially explain why he loved this particular poem so much. I see Wordsworth is having is mother play the role of Betty Foy, as she is very loving and emotional, and can even come across as a little bit crazy at times. Wordsworth portrays himself as Johnny. Even with his current problems he is overjoyed, and has great satisfaction while being around his mother. This poem truly shows the love that Wordsworth has for his mother who died when he was just 8 years old. William Wordsworth is trying to tell a story of his life and how happy and loving his life would be if his mother were still alive.

(Alex Young) Prose Poem

It is the day before Winter Break, and I am stuck sitting in class. All I can think about is what will be happening during the break. All day long I dream of the wonders of Christmas. I think about the smells of fresh baked apple pie, and the pine tree sitting in the living room. I find myself seemingly unable to think about anything other than than these irresistible, warm, fresh smells coming from the kitchen. My teacher hands me a worksheet to complete by the end of the day, But i just continue to dream of the relaxing food filled break that is ahead of me.


Finally, The clock has reached 2:30! I rush out of the building into the blistering cold wind. I continue to my truck and begin to drive home to were my dreams were happening. I drive into the drive way at a unusually fast speed, throw it into park and rush to the door. As I open the door the smells of Norwegian deserts and sugary pies come wiping into my face. I grab one of the cookies that are still sitting on the cooling rack fresh out of the fiery oven, put it into my mouth and I receive a indescribable taste of warm sugar and sweats. As I thank my mother I go to then coach and tun on the television. There I am sitting on the couch almost lifeless, although I saw to myself this next to weeks is dedicated to stuffing my face with a wide variety of sugary treats, and snowboarding my favorite thing to do in my free time.

It is come neer to the end of my wonderful break and i begin to think of the dreaded school once again. I have 3 days left to, I pause in mid sentence as I came to realize I still need to complete this Blog project which has been assigned to my during my break. So know I will slave away for the next few days to make sure that I complete this project.

(Alex Young) Community Blog

I decided to review the blog Blake Is My Homie created by Megan Townley, Ethan Palioca and Maria Castllanos from period 3. I decided to review this blog because I don't know a lot about Blake.


I really like the colors that they chose to create the blog with, but the overall layout is hard to read. If your blog is hard to read some people wont even try to read it they will just leave. The blog is hard to read because there main information is in a narrow column down the center of the screen. Although What really matters is the information that is displayed.

A thing I really like about this blog is that there is a variety of topics including, poems, songs and artwork. I read there analysis of the poems that they chose to go into depth about. I really liked to see how other people my age interpreted the sometimes hard to read and hard to grasp the real meaning of the poems. After reading there analysis of there poems I actually found it much easier to understand the poem and grasp Blake's main idea of the poem. I also enjoyed reading the songs that Blake wrote. I think I liked them just because they were something different than another poem. Having Blake's real artwork and poem on a picture really struck my attention. It is nice to see Blake's actual work that he made.

Overall besides the Blog being a bit hard to read, I found it very helpful and educational. It is a great place to learn about Blake and his work. The blog Blake Is My Homie creates a solid understanding on the poems and songs that were posted.

(Alex Young) The life of William Wordsworth



Wordsworth was born at Cockermouth, England, April 7, 1770, and he died on April 28, 1850 (victorianweb). He was buried by the side of his daughter in the churchyard shown to the right. He went to school at Hawkshead School, then at Cambridge University (victorianweb). William was also tended St. Johns in 1787.

In 1793, Wordsworth finished his first poetry collection (victorianweb). Although, his financial condition was weak. In 1795, he received a loan of 900 dollars from Raisley Calvert which really help him out during his hard times. In the same year, he met Samuel Taylor Coleridge and the two developed a long friendship and together they published Lyrical Ballads a collection of romantic poems in 1798. The collection was an amazing success. In his later life, Wordsworth began working on his philosophical poems, which he intended to publish in three parts. Meanwhile, he had began working on his autobiographical poem(victorianweb). In 1807, his Poems were published in to sets, making the people realize him more. In 1813, Wordsworth was appointed as Distributor of Stamps for Westmorland offering an income of $400 per year (victorianweb). The offer gave him the ability to move with his family to Royal Mount in Ambleside. Inspiration gradually failed him for this project, and he spent much of his later life revising The Prelude. Critics argue about which version is better, the 1805 or the 1850, but agree that in either case it is the most successful blank verse epic since Paradise Lost (victorianweb). Finally,Coloredge and Wordsworth toured the Rhineland in 1828. Durham University granted him an honorary Doctor of Civil Law degree in 1838, and Oxford conferred the same honor the next year (victorianweb). Wordsworth died in 1850, and his wife published the much-revised Prelude that summer.

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(Alex Young) Westminster Bridge

Earth has not anything to show 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 the 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!

This is a poet animation of William Wordsworth reading his poem Westminster Bridge. I did some research and found out that Westminster Bridge is a bridge in London. In this Poem Wordsworth is explaining a view from this bridge. I believe Wordsworth is writing this poem to show his appreciation for nature as he admires the beauty of the morning, splendor valley and rock or hill. In the poem it says "Ne'er saw I, never felt a calm so deep!" This shows that this view that Wordsworth is looking at is relaxing and simply enjoyable. Wordsworth once again does an amazing job painting this picture in your mind of this majestic city during the night. "this City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent , bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie" He describes the city with the factories shut down the smokeless air and the stars sparkling above. He talks about the ships, towers, domes, theaters and temples laying open into the fields and to the sky. I think that this means that it appears to be that they are enjoying the peace and quiet as well. He describes it in a way that it makes it feel like you are almost there as you read it I have not been able to find or figure through research if this poem has any greater meaning that just a beautiful scene of of the bridge. At the very end Wordsworth writes:Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!" This meaning that every house looks to be asleep and that the view of this is so great that it had made Wordsworth heart lye still. It creates a very peaceful image. I think that Wordsworth wrote this poem just simply because he came across this view from the bridge and was blown away be the amazing scene that he was looking at and wanted to share it. Wordsworth's main idea in this poem is to simply show how beautiful and majestic the city of London is during the night from the view of the Westminster Bridge.





(Alex Young) "Daffodils" (1804)

I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


The poem starts out being very gloomy, he seams sad or lonely. Then he thinks of a field of daffodils and is instantly cheered up be the amazing appearance of his vision. “I wandered lonely as a cloud”, until he sees a field of daffodils, “When all at once I saw a crowd, / A host, of golden daffodils.” The cloud is representing his gloomy, sad feeling in the beginning, the flowers representing joy because they are full of color. He is imagining this beautiful field of flowers which is cheering him up from his sadness. William Wordsworth did a very nice job in capturing the image of the field of flowers and making us imagine it. Wordsworth writes this poem to show us how powerful nature can be and how it can change our mood if we take a break and enjoy it. At the very end of the poem he says: "For oft, when on my coach I lie In vacant or pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude And then my heart with pleasure fills and dances with the daffodils" This make me think that this whole field of flowers is a vision that is being used to distract him and help lighten his mood. This poem shows the true power of the imagination and nature.