The Daffodils-A Discerment

Here i am posting one of my most revered of poems.It was written by William Wordsworth-probably the greatest nature poet ever to grace the earth!!

This poem was written in the 19th century.As the legend goes,Wordsworth's inspiration to compose this poem came when he walked past the daffodils in Ullswater on a stormy day with his sister Dorothy.He wrote this poem two years later!!

What makes Wordsworth an unparalleled maestro of his kind lies in the fact that he used such themes as that of nature and the human bonding with it.He saw nature in a different light and tried to explore the intricacies and the trivalties of it in his poems.He brings out those very commonest of details that our eyes would have missed taking note of in such a splendid way that makes us both wonder and ponder!

I am sure all of us would have come across this poem in our lives when we were kids.At such a time our minds would not have allowed us to think beyond the scope of what the poem actually tries to convey,it would just have been another poem from those boring text books which would fetch us marks in exams!!

We see nature in different forms everyday,but the beauty of it often goes unnoticed!!And its often the poet who brings to our attention those secrecies long hidden within the womb of nature,just so ironically that we cant help but think that we were such ignorant fools to have been missing the fiesta!!


The Daffodils

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 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
Outdid 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.