“In Something so wild and new in this feeling, Sarah Doyle has taken Dorothy Wordsworth’s journals and developed excerpts into poems, finding felicities of phrasing, musicality, and ideas. Doyle’s skills in pacing, use of the line, and the possibilities of form help us appreciate anew Wordsworth’s habits of thought and close attention to the natural world. With Wordsworth and Doyle, the reader hears the birds singing in the mist.”
Something so wild and new in this feeling is very composite and very metamorphic.
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A sample poem from the pamphlet can be found below.
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All the Heavens
Venus first showing herself between the struggling
clouds; afterwards Jupiter appeared. The crescent
moon, Jupiter, and Venus. Jupiter was very glorious,
and one large star hung over the corner of the hills.
Many stars were out. The clouds were moveless,
and the sky soft purple, the lake of Rydale calm,
Jupiter behind. Jupiter at least we call him –
we always call the largest star Jupiter.
The moon was a good height above the mountains.
She seemed far distant in the sky. There were two
stars beside her, that twinkled in and out, and seemed
almost like butterflies in motion and lightness.
Three solitary stars in the middle of the blue vault,
one or two on the points of the high hills. I had
time to look at the moon while I was thinking my
own thoughts. The moon travelled through the clouds.
The evening star and the glory of the sky: the reflections
in the water were more beautiful than the sky itself,
brighter than precious stones, for ever melting away.
The evening star sunk down, colours faded away.
Jupiter over the hilltops, the only star, like a sun,
flashed out at intervals from behind a black cloud.
The moon appearing now half veiled, the stars
sometimes hiding themselves behind greying clouds.
A very bright moonlight night. Venus almost like
another moon, lost to us long before she goes
down the large white sea. The horned moon was set.
A beautiful evening, very starry, the horned moon.
The moon shone like herrings in the water, a silver
boat. The moon had the old moon in her arms
in a black-blue vault. She sailed along, followed
by multitudes of stars, small, and bright, and sharp.
A very mild moonlight night. Glow-worms everywhere.
Attended by Jupiter and Venus in their palest hues,
the crescent moon, a silvery line, a thready bow.
The moonlight lay upon the hills like snow.