Of Clouds and Golden Daffodils


April 25, 2011

Of Clouds and Golden Daffodils

It has been quite a while since I posted a poem on this blog. Given the political and non-political happenings including the gloom and doom about the future of the US dollar (now at RM 2.99), let me cheer all of us up with Bill Wordsworth’s poem I read in school decades ago.–Din Merican

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

by William Wordsworth

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 leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but 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.

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Courtesy of Looes74, Mr Bojangles and CLF


17 thoughts on “Of Clouds and Golden Daffodils

  1. Any takers, guys. Your reaction to this simple poem by one of England’s foremost poet of the Lake District. His sister Dorothy who accompanied him left a record of her impressions. She wrote:

    “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 seed ashore and that the little colony had so sprung up. But as we went along there were more and more and 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 and about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness and the rest tossed and reeled and danced and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the lake, they looked so gay ever dancing ever changing.

    This wind blew directly over the lake to them. There was here and there a little knot and a few stragglers a few yards higher up but they were so few as not to disturb the simplicity and unity and life of that one busy highway. We rested again and again. The Bays were stormy, and we heard the waves at different distances and in the middle of the water like the sea.”

    – Dorothy Wordsworth, The Grasmere Journal , Thursday, 15 April 1802

    Loneliness, it seems, is only a human emotion, unlike the mere solitariness of the cloud.The memory of the daffodils is etched in the speaker’s mind and soul to be cherished forever. When (the poet) he’s feeling lonely, dull or depressed, he thinks of the daffodils and cheers up. The full impact of the daffodils’ beauty (symbolizing the beauty of nature) did not strike him at the moment of seeing them, when he stared blankly at them but much later when he sat alone, sad and lonely and remembered them.

  2. Well, this has got some daffodils too, plus a host of things Wordsworth never would in his wildest dreams have thought of. Whether they add or diminish the sense of loneliness I guess is best left to the reader.

    All Kinds Of Everything

    Snowdrops and daffodils
    Butterflies and bees
    Sailboats and fishermen
    Things of the sea
    Wishing-wells
    Wedding bells
    Early morning dew
    All kinds of everything remind me of you

    Seagulls and aeroplanes
    Things of the sky
    Winds that go howlin’
    Breezes that sigh
    City sights
    Neon lights
    Grey skies or blue
    All kinds of everything remind me of you

    Summertime
    Wintertime
    Spring and autumn too
    Monday
    Tuesday every day
    I think of you.

    Dances
    Romances
    Things of the night
    Sunshine and holidays
    Postcards to write
    Budding trees
    Autumn leaves
    A snowflake or two
    All kinds of everything remind me of you.

    Summertime
    Wintertime
    Spring and autumn too
    Seasons will never change
    The way that I love you.

  3. Dear Din:

    I enjoy Bill Wordsworth as much as I enjoy lyrics of songs by d Beatles, Simon and Art Garfunkel, and ah, as May approaches, Bee Gees and my “unofficial” anthem for this romantic month young-at-HEarts like thee and Desi will sing the chorus of First of May eh!

  4. Din,
    Vincent is the title of song. You know Mclean is superb when it comes to good music. Even Moody blues too…..Gosh, sometimes I wonder I born in the wrong era. Again, enjoy da song

  5. ylchong, what happened between you and RPK? I read your blog 1 hour ago. He got me into a bind as well and that is not a very pleasant thing to do. I can’t figure him out. He is taking on PDRM-Special Branch guys and thinks he can outfox them; and these guys are the best in their business. –Din Merican

  6. Hard day for me.
    Daffodils? Me need poppy!
    But then Rudyard Kipling’s “If” sprang out unawares.
    So i dedicate this to Din, Datin and all those true blue Malaysians, as a counterpoint to Vincent van Gogh’s vividness:

  7. Din,
    Sorry can’t help it…..How could we do without this sweet lady, Joan Boaz….

    Bean,
    I know you love flat chested, smart lady……For your era, try Joan Boaz laa…..Don’t always just stick Shania Twain

    Din,
    Plus one more song which is equally meaningful. This is one of the songs that Billy Joel song from his heart

  8. Asalam Tn Din
    Most Malays likes to read Metro and other shits looking for sex stories, nothing else matters …
    _________
    Mohamad, that’s tragic. Reading maketh a Man, says Francis Bacon. The great English philosopher and polymath did not tell us what kind of reading we should indulge in. He simply assumed that it is of the wholesome variety, books and treatises that enrich the mind and strengthen a man’s soul and capacity for compassion and understanding. So be careful of what you read.–Din Merican

  9. Mohamad’s absolutely right, Datuk.
    Metro Harian is the ‘News’ for all salaried workers nowadays. It’s an adolescent phase, i guess. There is a need for comic relief amongst the grinding boredom, and all my staff including fortyish wheezily obese ladies, swear by it. Why they are bored, begs an answer though..
    Utusan? They consider childish, if not infantile.

  10. Beautiful Poetry. Words direct from the other realm. Simplicity in Life is the key to happiness. Thank you Dato’.

  11. Just as you are what you eat, you are what you read. Dato’ is right, be careful what we put into our Self because it manifests. We should honour that we have been given this gift of Life and not taint it.

  12. When I was growing up my dad would read poetry . I remember fondly.
    _________
    Kathy, poetry is like music. It remains us of who we are and our connectivity to our surrounds ( mother nature). My mom too read poetry to me, especially poems by William Blake and Alfred Lord Tennyson.–Din Merican

  13. Hi Dato’, yes it is like music isnt it. Everything in this earth is a gift from Divinity. Especially beauty and that which makes one sheart joyous and peaceful. I dont remember the poetry read to me I was very young. I shall ask him. But I remember seeing his silhouette sitting and reading. He was always reading Dato’. Alot like you!

  14. Yes, Semper Fi, here it is, dedicated to Dr. Mahathir and others who are intoxicated with power :

    Kopratasa ( A. Samad Said – 1955)

    Kita Ini Tetamu Senja

    Kita datang ini hanya sebagai tetamu senja
    Bila tiba detik kembalilah kita kepadaNya
    Kita datang ini kosong tangan kosong dada
    Bila pulang nanti bawa dosa bawa pahala

    Pada tetamu yang datang dan kenal jalan pulang
    Bawalah bakti mesra kepada tuhan kepada insan
    Pada tetamu yang datang dan lupa jalan pulang
    Usahlah derhaka kepada Tuhan kepada insan

    Bila kita lihat manusia lupa tempat
    Atau segera sesat puja darjat puja pangkat
    Segera kita insaf kita ini punya kiblat
    Segera kita ingat kita ini punya tekad

    Bila kita lihat manusia terbiar larat
    Hingga mesti merempat ke biru laut ke kuning darat
    Harus kita lekas segera sedar pada tugas

    Kita datang ini satu roh satu jasad
    Bila pulang nanti bawalah bakti padat berkat

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