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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud ~W. 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.
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
Outdid 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.
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
Outdid 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.
Guest Book
- thank you for the comment on 'Kylen' yes that was a personal experience, but no it didn't help me move on.. I wish it had.
- I am still reviewing your manifesto, or Mr. Crowley's i am not sure which.
You wrote:
6. The idea of female equality. - Women should be the economic and moral equals of men. They should have the same pay, the same working conditions, the same opportunity for drinking, smoking, taking or dismissing lovers.
I would amend this to "They should have the same pay for the same amount of work." I have witnessed too many womyn who take advantatge of the ability of certain men to let the men do more work. Then the womyn sit or stand around and gossip. I have seen this. I'm not saying all womyn are like this, but a few bad apples can bring disrepute to their colleagues. - I hope you don't mind, but your "Love Papers" write has loosely inspired a write for a contest I was a bit stuck on. I just wanted to let you know, in case you happened upon it and realized that it had a similar theme (in a way). If it bothers you, let me know and I'll remove it.
On another note...the Bohemian Credo by Malcolm Cowley...I find that fascinating. What is the story behind it? Who exactly is Malcolm Cowley ( I know I may sound a bit ignorant with that question
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Best wishes ~Meli~ - P.S. I see you like David Sedaris. I have only had the chance to read one of his books, "Me Talk Pretty One Day". I read through it all day straight. I couldn't put it down, he does talk pretty
- I find that the biggest hurdle in "self-concept quandaries" is to get out of the "self" part to begin to truly understand that the "concept" is a non-dilemma. Genuine freedom of expression can only come from a genuinely free spirit. Tying the self up in doubts and hesitations, in the points of view other than that of the self, hinders one from seeing truly and feeling truly that he/she is free. This is my utopian view, I struggle to see it through my writing. I am hoping that one day I would cease to struggle even, because, as I said to someone through my poem "On The Second Hand", the more you struggle to see the good in the world, the less chance you will find the silver lining and the more you'll find yourself jaded. You have to open up the self, take the bad with the good, and allow the good to overflow.
We deal with what we have. We must learn to seek freedom inwardly before we begin to seek for it outwardly. Look to the sky, friend. There is no better view.
On a lighter note, I discovered Eliot in this old, battered book in a dusty cabinet in my grandparents' house. It's more than 50 years old, and was my first "old tome" find. I loved the Book of Practical Cats best when I was a wee little lass. Now that I'm older, I'm appreciating his "darker" poems, and plays.
Usually, I don't ask strangers what their favorite poems are. Instead, I ask them what books they read.
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on Aug 13 2006 08:29 AM
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