Rating: ★★★★
14/09/19
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I was googling “dancing daffodils” (I had my reasons) and found this fascinating poem by chance. It starts with a beautiful line, a familiar state of mind. I wandered lonely as a cloud – sheer brilliance. But the sense of familiarity and solace doesn’t end there.
I wasn’t particularly drawn to Wordsworth’s work; I knew it was out there, I read few lines at some point, but wasn’t eager to read further. However, after finding this poem, which speaks of a memory capable of transforming loneliness into blissful solitude, I’ll definitely keep exploring his oeuvre, even if this poem is only a glimmer of light in the surrounding darkness – I seriously doubt it.
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
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Daffodils via spillwords.com
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I always had difficulty with this poet when I was younger. Your words: “transforming loneliness into blissful solitude” are a poignant plaidoyer to look into his work again with fresh eyes and an open mind. Thank you!
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After a long hiatus due to being overloaded with work, it was a pleasure to briefly return to poetry. I’ll definitely keep exploring Wordsworth’s work in the near future.
Delighted to read your kind words again. 🙂 Thank you.
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