Stuff & Nonsense: Daffodils Are For Poetry

12 April 2012

Daffodils Are For Poetry

Of course, all the daffodils springing up everywhere put me in mind of poetry. There's the obvious one we all read in school -- Wordsworth's "Daffodils," of course:
I wander'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.
But I 'm rather fond of A.A. Milne's "Daffodowndilly" from When We Were Very Young:
She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
   She wore her greenest gown;

She turned to the south wind
   And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
   And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
   "Winter is dead."
And there's always good ol' A.E. Housman to cheer us with his "The Lent Lily:"
And since till girls go maying
  You find the primrose still,
And find the windflower playing
  With every wind at will,
  But not the daffodil,

Bring baskets now, and sally
  Upon the spring’s array,
And bear from hill and valley
  The daffodil away
  That dies on Easter day.
Although he must be using a shedload of poetic license, because I've never known daffodils to fade at Easter.

1 comment :

  1. I've never written a poem about daffodils, I think...I'd have to look. I've written one about cornflowers though! Lol!


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