Poetics


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,"Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail." Ralph Waldo Emerson

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

Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,“Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields...Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness.”  ― Mary Oliver

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 in solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

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