
Anthony has written that for him, it’s the happy daffodil that heralds the arrival of spring. Did anyone else grow up calling these beautiful flowers “jonquils”? Whatever you call them, they are indeed a happy sight after this long winter.
Daffodils
I wander’d lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
William Wordsworth
Thanks SO MUCH for the total delight of introducing me to this poem. Wordsworth “got me” exactly! 🙂
Date: Sun, 7 Apr 2013 20:50:24 +0000
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My pleasure!!
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What a lovely way to welcome Spring!
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I don’t think I have ever been happier to see spring come!
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Does anyone think it is some kind of “God Thing” that his name was “Wordsworth.” I mean really?
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Funny—For all the years I taught this British poet, this connection never occurred to me.
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