Wednesday, February 25, 2004
The Daffodils
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This blog’s title is the opening line from the poem The Daffodils by one of my favorite poets — 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.
Update (May 9, 2004)
The blog has been renamed to ‘A walk in the clouds’ as of today (Thanks Thirdeye!). So no Wordsworthian references any more.
Since you liked “Daffodils” and went ahead to take a walk in the clouds I cannot resist quoting my fave poet P B Shelley
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I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.
-Last Lines from the poem ‘The Cloud’
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Friday, June 11, 2004 @ 7:07 PM