Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

"The Daffodils"

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.


- by William Wordsworth


Note:

From Wikipedia - "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" (erroneously known as "The Daffodils") is an 1804 poem by William Wordsworth. It was inspired by an April 15, 1802 event in which Wordsworth and his sister, Dorothy, came across a "long belt" of daffodils. It was first published in 1807, and a revised version was released in 1815.

From Me - I first read this poem during literature class when I was in Sec 1. I liked it & can still vaguely remember & recite the first paragraph from memory today (which is a great feat given my failing memory these days!). Today's April 15th; 207 years ago on this day, William Wordsworth saw the daffodils that inspired this poem! Wow!

Here are some beautiful pictures of the daffodil from one of my favourite blogs:
A Picture Each Day - "Another Mistake"
A Picture Each Day - "Just A Flower"

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Why I Blog? Cos I Don't Want To Be...

STRANGERS IN A BOX

Come look with me inside this drawer
In this box I've often seen
At the pictures, black and white,
Faces proud, still and serene.

I wish I knew these people,
These strangers in the box.
Their names and all their memories
Are lost among my socks.

I wonder what their lives were like.
How did they spend their days?
What about their special times?
I'll never know their ways.

If only someone had taken time
To tell who, what, where and when!
These faces of my heritage
Would come to life again.

Could this become the fate
Of the pictures we take today?
The faces and the memories
Someday to be passed away?

Take time to save your stories!
Seize the opportunity when it knocks!
Or someday you and yours
Will be Strangers in the Box


- Author Unknown