National Poetry Month
April is National Poetry Month, so in honor of the occasion, I give you... a poem. Hah. fernwithy is actually doing something much more interesting and doing a poem a day, but I don't think I have the patience. :-)
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
by William Wordsworth
I wandered 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.
I had to read this poem for an American Literature by Women class because it was actually Wordsworth's sister who wrote about the daffodils that they saw out on a walk. Her brother based the poem on her journal entry.
I like this poem's description and the images it evokes. It's very easy to picture the nodding flowers and the how the ground seems golden because of them. On the other hand, the poem's Romantic-ness is a bit much. When I'm in a bad mood, I don't think about a time when I was happy; it usually only makes me more irritated/sad/whatever.
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
by William Wordsworth
I wandered 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.
I had to read this poem for an American Literature by Women class because it was actually Wordsworth's sister who wrote about the daffodils that they saw out on a walk. Her brother based the poem on her journal entry.
I like this poem's description and the images it evokes. It's very easy to picture the nodding flowers and the how the ground seems golden because of them. On the other hand, the poem's Romantic-ness is a bit much. When I'm in a bad mood, I don't think about a time when I was happy; it usually only makes me more irritated/sad/whatever.