“I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” by William Wordsworth

The first time I read this poem I was in the sixth grade and thought the vision of endless daffodils was interesting since daffodils, at that time, represented to me a weed that ruined a green, perfect lawn.  I recall my father mowing the lawn and complaining how the daffodils were the bane of his gardening existence.

I was in high school the second time I read this poem.  It was as if my first interpretation never existed.  The imagery of yellow, sparkling daffodils beside a crystal blue lake, swaying or "dancing" in the breeze, signified to me warm, lazy summer days, and the idea of recalling such a vision while reclining and thinking of nothing in particular was both profound and pivotal.  I remember thinking about how happy Wordsworth became when he thought of those daffodils.  His heart filled with pleasure whenever he thought of them.  I also remember how I wanted to have the ability to conjure images in my mind's eye that moved me whenever I was "pensive" or "vacant."

Today I have that ability.  From my years in high school to the present day, I have stored dozens of images that I dial up whenever I want to. They are all images that bring me great pleasure like the daffodils brought Wordsworth.  And each time I do so I think of my favorite poem.
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.

 

This poem was selected by lv, liu post faculty.

 

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