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Ashwin Joshi
Posted: Monday, April 17, 2017 1:19:26 PM

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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 the bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in a 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


Me Gathering Pebbles at The Seashore.-Aj
Ash_Lingua
Posted: Monday, April 17, 2017 2:56:57 PM

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Thanks, Ash,

I haven't heard that poem in a long time and it always makes me glad.
hedy mmm
Posted: Monday, April 17, 2017 4:00:10 PM

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My favorite flower IS the daffodil...yes, they do bring a wealth of beauty to ones soul...I have them in my garden, they will be blooming, if only for a while...crocuses, tulips, violets, with other trees and flowers, take turns...they each bloom a different month...they die so quickly...best to enjoy the living while you can.

The metaphor in your poem is so much like mine....that after the sadness, the rain... comes the rainbow and beautiful things....like life!
Here are lyrics from my very favorite poem & song, "April Showers", written by Al Jolson

Life is not a highway strewn with flowers
Still it holds a goodly share of bliss
When the sun gives way to April showers
Here is the point you should never miss

Though April showers may come your way
They bring the flowers that bloom in May
So if it's raining have no regrets
Because it isn't raining rain you know, it's raining violets

And where you see clouds upon the hills
You soon will see crowds of daffodils
So keep on looking for a blue bird
And list'ning for his song
Whenever April showers come along


Thanks for the beautiful poem...I had never heard it before, either.
hedy



"God graced us with today....don't waste it." hedy
Ravindra
Posted: Tuesday, April 18, 2017 5:42:46 AM
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Thank you Joshi jee. We were taught this in SSLC in 1964. One, Mr. Spicer Charles detailed it so impressively that I distinctly visualize that class for ever! I must state Joshi jee, gone are those days leaving indelible impressions. They were dedicated and learned teachers.

If you have to put someone on a pedestal, put teachers. They are society's heroes.
Guy Kawasaki



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Drag0nspeaker
Posted: Tuesday, April 18, 2017 7:31:55 AM

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The most famous poem in the English language was composed in 1804, two years after Wordsworth saw the flowers while walking by Ullswater on a stormy day with Dorothy, his sister. His inspiration for the poem came from an account written by Dorothy.

In her journal entry for 15 April 1802 she describes how the daffodils 'tossed and reeled and danced, and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind, that blew upon them over the lake.' Wordsworth published his poem, I wandered lonely as a Cloud, in 1807.

Wordsworth.org



Wyrd bið ful aræd - bull!
Jyrkkä Jätkä
Posted: Tuesday, April 18, 2017 7:53:30 AM

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From Genesis album The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway. 1974:


"The Colony Of Slippermen"

[THE ARRIVAL]

[Rael:]
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
Till I came upon this dirty street.
I've never seen a stranger crowd;
Slubberdegullions on a squeaky feet,

Continually pacing,
With nonchalant embracing,
Each orifice disgracing
And one facing me moves to say "hellay".

His skin's all covered in slimy lumps.
With lips that slide across each chin.
His twisted limbs like rubber stamps
Are waved in welcome say 'Please join in.'

My grip must be flipping,
Cos his handshake keeps slipping,
My hopes keep on dipping
And his lips keep on smiling all the time.

[Slipperman:]
"We like you, have tasted love.
Don't be alarmed at what you see,
You yourself are just the same
As what you see in me."

[Rael:]
Me, like you? like that!

[Slipperman:]
"You better watch it son, your sentence has only just begun
You better run and join your brother John."

[A VISIT TO THE DOKTOR]

[Slipperman:]
"You're in the colony of slippermen.
There's no who? why? what? or when?

You get out if you've got the gripe
To see, Doktor Dyper, reformed sniper-
he'll whip off your windscreenwiper

[Rael:]
John and I are able
To face the Doktor and his marble table.

[The Doktor:]
Understand Rael, it's the end of your tail.

[Rael:]
"Don't delay, dock the dick!"
I watch his countdown timer tick......

[THE RAVEN]

He places the number into a tube,
A yellow plastic "shoobedoobe".
It says: "Though your fingers may tickle
You'll be safe in our pickle."
Suddenly, black cloud comes down from the sky.
It's a supersize black bird that sure can fly.

The raven brings on darkness and night
He flies right down, gives me one hell of a fright.
He takes the tube right out of my hands
Man, I've got to find out where that black bird lands.

"Look here John, I've got to run
I need you now, you going to come?"
He says to me.

[John:]
"Now can't you see
Where the raven flies there's jeopardy.

We've been cured on the couch
Now you're sick with your grouch.
I'll not risk my honey pouch
Which my slouch will wear slung very low."

[Rael:]
He walks away and leaves me once again.
Even though I never learn,
I'd hoped he'd show just some concern.

I'm in agony of Slipperpain
I pray my undercarriage will sustain.
The chase is on, the pace is hot
But I'm running so very hard with everything I've got.
He leads me down an underpass
Though it narrows, he still flies very fast,
When the tunnel stops
I catch sight of the tube, just as it drops.
I'm on top of a bank, to steep to climb,
I see it hit the water, just in time,
to watch it float away.



In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.
TMe
Posted: Tuesday, April 18, 2017 8:08:28 AM

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William was not only 'Words Worth' but also a wordsmith.

Quote
This ageless poem puts chirpiness and sparkle on sad person’s lips.


I am a layman.
Ashwin Joshi
Posted: Thursday, April 27, 2017 1:12:38 PM

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Thanks a lot, my wonderful friends. Adding an additional 'e' in the title word 'Woenderful" was a typo. Additional thanks, none pointed out. That's greatness.

Me Gathering Pebbles at The Seashore.-Aj
You know who I am
Posted: Saturday, May 13, 2017 10:00:46 AM

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Drag0nspeaker wrote:
Quote:
The most famous poem in the English language was composed in 1804, two years after Wordsworth saw the flowers while walking by Ullswater on a stormy day with Dorothy, his sister. His inspiration for the poem came from an account written by Dorothy.

In her journal entry for 15 April 1802 she describes how the daffodils 'tossed and reeled and danced, and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind, that blew upon them over the lake.' Wordsworth published his poem, I wandered lonely as a Cloud, in 1807.

Wordsworth.org



Beautiful.

I am the way, and the truth and the life, no one comes to the Father except through Me. - John 14:6
TMe
Posted: Saturday, May 13, 2017 11:59:45 AM

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Following Wordsworth.org, I found

Dorothy Wordsworth, William Wordsworth's sister, wrote in her journal almost every day.

We have all the surviving notebooks that made up this journal. In them, we can read about daily life in the Wordsworth household: who came to visit, whose letters were received, who was ill, and which poems Wordsworth was working on.

One of Dorothy Wordsworth's most famous journal entries is the one she made for Thursday 15 April 1802.

The wind was furious... the Lake was rough... When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow park we saw a few daffodils close to the water side, we fancied that the lake had floated the seeds ashore & that the little colony had so sprung up -- But as we went along there were more & yet more & at last under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them along the shore, about the breadth of a country turnpike road. I never saw daffodils so beautiful they grew among the mossy stones about & about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness & the rest tossed & reeled & danced & seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the Lake, they looked so gay ever glancing ever changing. This wind blew directly over the lake to them. There was here & there a little knot & a few stragglers a few yards higher up but they were so few as not to disturb the simplicity & unity & life of that one busy highway... -- Rain came on, we were wet.


Thanks,You know who I am, I cd know who you are.

I am a layman.
Sarrriesfan
Posted: Monday, May 15, 2017 6:57:43 PM

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This is an example of the wild daffodil that is native to the Lake District that inspired the poem.



It does not have the all yellow flower that later cultivators planted in the area have, it has a yellow bell and more cream coloured outer petals.

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