Daffodils - William Wordsworth

 

Visited few fields of tulips and daffodils last week. The beauty, the splendor, the amazement from seeing that sea of daffodils reminded me of this poem by William Wordsworth.

దేశకాలమాన పరిస్థితులు మారినా,  the base response to nature, to beauty probably remains the same - awestruck by the sight and stored away as an inspiration, as a fantasy, as an escape from reality. 

Read somewhere that the ability to think, to talk, to write, to visualize those things that do not exist separates us from other animals. It allows us to see things as they are and at the same time attribute it to something else.

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.

- William Wordsworth (written in 1802)