Poetry Corner

I don’t care that this poem is read by virtually every undergraduate in the US, and maybe Europe, nor do I care that its ubiquity and accessibility have rendered it somewhat cliche in this day and age. I’ve always liked it and find its celebration of idle day-dreaming appropriate for a time in which ‘efficiency’, ‘productivity’, and ‘engagement’ have been elevated almost to the status of an economic and social theology.

“Daffodils” – 1804
I wandr’d 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
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.

William Wordsworth
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