Effects of Counting
A recent visit to the Poetry Foundation website brought me to poems by **William Wordsworth **(1770-1850) – and I counted sadly as I read his poem, "We Are Seven." I offer its opening stanzas below (and the complete poem – 17 stanzas – is available here.)
**We Are Seven ** by William Wordsworth
———A simple Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?
I met a little cottage Girl:
She was eight years old, she said;
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That clustered round her head.
She had a rustic, woodland air,
And she was wildly clad:
Her eyes were fair, and ver…
Effects of Counting
A recent visit to the Poetry Foundation website brought me to poems by **William Wordsworth **(1770-1850) – and I counted sadly as I read his poem, "We Are Seven." I offer its opening stanzas below (and the complete poem – 17 stanzas – is available here.)
**We Are Seven ** by William Wordsworth
———A simple Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?
I met a little cottage Girl:
She was eight years old, she said;
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That clustered round her head.
She had a rustic, woodland air,
And she was wildly clad:
Her eyes were fair, and very fair;
—Her beauty made me glad.
“Sisters and brothers, little Maid,
How many may you be?”
“How many? Seven in all,” she said,
And wondering looked at me.
** . . . .**
Wordsworth’s complete poem (13 more stanzas) is available here.