Knowledge Comes, but Wisdom Lingers
Knowledge Comes, but Wisdom Lingers
Newsletter #17
Hello Reader,
Amid the dappled glens of Victorian-era England, oaks whispered secrets to the wind. Silver birches swayed as if moved by a breeze. Their slender forms rocked in silent harmony. The voice of Alfred, Lord Tennyson rose, melodic and profound. His verses elicit the vivacity of a forest and the allure of morning dew upon leaves. Through vivid imagery, his words dance, and the bard signifies the grandeur of nature.
The words of Tennyson resemble tendrils of ivy. They entwine around the mighty trunks of literature. And bind together the soul of humanity and the realm of nature. Traversing the sylvan passages of his works, one feels the vital shade of the forest canopy above. One hears the rustle of leaves beneath the feet.
In 'In Memoriam A.H.H.,' the solemnity of the yew tree emerges as a powerful emblem of grief. Its ancient boughs shelter sorrow yet stand steadfast against the progression of events. Within such imagery, one finds a connection between Tennyson and Woodland Photography. A photographer seizes the dance of light and shade through the forest. Tennyson narrates the fleeting moments of beauty and melancholy in nature. Readers pause and ponder the silent majesty of trees. They listen to the gentle murmur of streams and observe the ceaseless cycle of growth and decay.
The haunting allure of 'The Lady of Shalott.' An isle surrounded by willows and aspens evolves into a haven of beauty and isolation. The trees stand not as mere background. They witness the tragic fate of the Lady, their branches reaching out like spectral arms. Solace and confinement, they offer. A play of light and shadow, life and death, mirrors the balance a photographer seeks. The brief moment when time stands still, silence commences. And the spirit glimpses eternity through the lens of nature.
Lord Tennyson's reverence for the splendour of nature further echoes in 'Locksley Hall.' "In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;" invokes the beauty of nature. "Droops the heavy-blossom'd bower, hangs the heavy-fruited tree-" emphasises a weighty burden of blossoms and fruit. These lines rouse the tranquillity and richness of forests seized in photographs. They beckon the reader to step into the scene. To breathe the fragrant air and listen to the harmonious symphony of the green realm.
In his waning years, Tennyson found solace wandering the groves and glens. His heart resonated with the rustling leaves and the whispering winds. As a link, his poetry awakes life into the permanency of nature. Similar to a photograph, immortalising the enchantment of a single moment.
Relive the celebrated moments of the bard in my blog post named 'Alfred, Lord Tennyson - Popular Bard of the Victorian Years.' His eternal voice remains in the chorus of forests. His verses, much like tree images, stand as tributes to the splendour of nature.
Stay creative,
Ars