April 24, 2009


DaffodilsI had read William Wordsworth’s poem by this name several times. However,  i never really understood why the flower held such a charm for him. I simply assumed it was a pretty flower.

But this summer, I had a chance to see these flowers myself and i must say I could not but remember the poem. I was left in awe of both the prettiness of the flowers AND the talent of the poet who could describe his feelings so beautifully.


I leave you with Wordsworth’s immortal poem

"Daffodils" (1804)

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 stretch'd 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.

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

See also: Wikipedia on Daffodils