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About K Morris Poet

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Bounded Intimacy

He knows her first name.
As they play.
The game of bounded intimacy
She does withhold
What some call her soul.
For in this bounded game
Of golden intimacy
A girl’s family name
Is not for He.

Miss Bland

My friend, whose name is Miss Bland
Is fond of the one night stand.
The good bishop Ray
Spoke of sin yesterday.
And he’s taken Miss Bland in hand …

A Young Lady of An Ancient Profession

A young lady of an ancient profession
Has made many a most interesting confession.
She was born into farming
And is really quite charming.
And farming is a very ancient profession …

When a Young Lady from Ealing

When a young lady from Ealing
Tripped and came through my ceiling,
We began an affair
Right then and there …
As dust settled from my ceiling!

When the Bishop Knocked

When the bishop knocked
He lost a sock.
They say that Miss Lou …
But that can’t be true!

When a Persistent Young Lady Named Leigh

When a persistent young lady named Leigh
Said, “I demand that you address me!”.
I took out my pen
And wrote on Miss Gwen.
And then I addressed that Miss Leigh!

Some Men Condemn My Poetry as Sad

Some men condemn my poetry as sad
And call me a most mournful lad.
When I tickled Miss Spink
She gave me a wink.
And called me a very bad lad!

Lou Who Wanted More

When a pretty young lady named Lou
Said, “I’m bored with just us 2!”.
I suggested Miss Moore,
Who arrived at 4.
And helped Lou to cook a stew!

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud and Literary Criticism

Let me begin by saying that Wordsworth’s I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud is not one of my favourite poems. It is a pleasant piece of writing. It does not, however, resonate with me as much as does the poet’s The Solitary Reaper.

I am always a little wary of dissecting the work of poets. Many a dead poet would, I feel sure turn in his or her grave where they to hear literary critics discussing their work.

I don’t know whether Wordsworth would be amused or irritated by this video in which his I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud is dissected from a Marxist perspective,

In summary, the Marxist critique of the poem is as follows. Wordsworth had the leisure to lie upon his couch “in vacant or in pensive mood”. To possess such leisure one must be wealthy. In addition the poet does not engage with the social ills of his time. Rather he retreats into his own private enjoyment of nature. At bottom the poem is, to the Marxist critic a selfish piece of writing, because it is about the poet’s private enjoyment of nature and does not engage with the public realm.

One major problem with this perspective is that by making the poem public Wordsworth brought (and continues to bring) pleasure to countless numbers of people. To share one’s poetry is, arguably an act of altruism because, as already stated, it has the potential to bring great pleasure to those who enjoy that particular art form. Indeed it can also be contended that when a poem is out in the public domain the poet (or any other creative person) lays themselves open to criticism, some of which can be extremely harsh. For a creative person to step out of the private realm and risk (in the most extreme case) public ridicule is therefore a brave and unselfish act.

In its most extreme form this Marxist view of art leads to a society where men and women on tractors are glorified, whilst art which engages with issues not to the taste of the governing Marxist elite (such as poems about nature) are side lined or, in the worst case scenario their creators are punished as class traitors.

There are, of course Marxists who write about nature, romantic love and other issues not connected with the workings of the market economy. When such poets pen their work, are they guilty of the same sin as Wordsworth – of not engaging with society?

Although, as stated at the beginning of this post, I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud is not amongst my favourite poems, it is a pleasant piece of writing and does not deserve to be misinterpreted in this manner.

For anyone who is interested in learning more about the Marxist criticism of literature, and those who oppose it, there is a very good debate between the late philosopher Professor Roger Scruton and the Marxist literary critic Terry Eagleton. To watch the debate please follow this link,