Last week, Colleen Chesebro, author of Silver Threading, suggested that we share a favourite poem for her weekly event, Writer’s Quote Wednesday.
‘I wandered lonely as a cloud’ by William Wordsworth is a favourite, learned years ago at school. The image of golden daffodils, an early spring flower growing on rocky hillsides on my route to school, captivated me. I loved those daffodils–their apparent wildness and sudden colour after winter–even more enhanced by William Wordsworth’s poetry:
I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD
By William WordsworthI wandered lonely as a cloudThat 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 shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed—and gazed—but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.
If you enjoyed this poem, you might want to take a look at Colleen Chesebro’s post from last week which featured Robert Frost and his poem, ‘The Road Not Taken’. Robert Frost, who bridged the last two centuries, lived from 1874 to 1963. He was influenced by William Wordsworth who was born and died 100 years earlier (1770-1850).
This post is being linked to Writer’s Quote Wednesday October 21 hosted by Colleen Chesebro, author of Silver Threading. Please follow the above link to read her post. You will find links to other Writer’s Quote Wednesday posts in the Comments section.
And for more quotation posts, please visit Ronovan Writes, #BeWoW, October 21.