Daffodils
Posted: April 28, 2017 Filed under: Uncategorized 15 CommentsIt’s National Poetry Month (at least for a few more days) so though this poem by William Wordsworth might be appropriate.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
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.
William Wordsworth (1815)
Shari Blaukopf's Sketchbook 
Haven’t “heard” that poem for a while. Lovely – as is the daffodils sketch.
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I’m pretty certain I learned this one in school. When I reread it many lines came back to me.
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I remember this poem from high school. So cool
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So lovely, perfectly lovely!
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THANKYOU for that. Being familiar with the first verse, I’m not sure I have taken the time to read it all. (Perhaps in school many years ago) I shall now look up jocund . The page is lovely with your water colour of dafidols.
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Wow! One of my favorite poems AND a lovely daffodil painting. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you —for your spontaneous painting — and a reminder of the joyful poem.
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I love remembering lyrics..poems..lines..lovely!
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Thank you for reminding me of this poem, fragments of which come back to me often. Thanks also for the daffodils…in Winnipeg the late cold weather has kept them earthbound.
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This was my favorite teacher’s favorite poem. Presented here so beautifully makes me tear up!
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We had to learn this poem by heart,only the first two verses.Your daffodils are a beautiful tribute to William Wordsworth
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What a wonderful entry today – first the poem, and then your lovely and unique composition – I love the flower trailing off onto the opposite page. You brought sunshine into my heart.
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Also one of my favorite poems.Love the painting.
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I just love that poem. I read it in 5th grade when no one in school, not even my teacher, knew what a daffodil looked like, or had a picture to show us. But Wordsworth paints such a picture of them! The first hillock I saw covered in them was decades later, at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens and it totally lived up to the imagery of the poems. Love your one long stemmed daffodil that looks like it’s searching for the ground.
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Lovely picture. I’m off to Wordsworth country tomorrow.
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