Intimations of Immortality

Forget intimations of immortality; Mr. Black’s poetry cracked wise about things like horse manure, the evils of vegetarianism and the advantages of artificial preservatives:

At one point, Jake references Wordsworth’s poem “Intimations of Immortality From Recollections of Childhood,” an exploration of aging and the faded glories of youth.

For instance, in his “Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood,” he says, “Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.”

“Splendor” takes its title from William Wordsworth’s poem “Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood.”

Other poets describe something similar: in Wordsworth’s “Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood” he recalls a time “when meadow, grove, and stream, / The earth, and every common sight, / To me did seem / Apparelled in celestial light, / The glory and the freshness of a dream.”