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April is National Poetry Month, and to celebrate this literary form for which I fear I possess no talent, here on “Since You Asked….” I will be posting poems written by both published and non-published poets.
Poetry touches each of us in many different ways. The talented poet takes both the mundane and exhilarating moments in life and uses words to describe these experiences in ways that evoke our emotions and imaginations. When we read poetry, we breathe in the deep aroma of roses, feel the sea spray on our cheeks and ache for a lost love. Our hearts and minds undulate with the rhythm and flow of the words we read while every syllable draws us into the poet’s mind and heart and touches our souls in ways never before imagined.
Truly, poetry is one of the most beautiful and efficient forms of literature.
To kick off National Poetry Month, I would like to share with you one of my favorite childhood poems, William Wordsworth’s Daffodils. Hope you enjoy!
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.
How about you? Do you like poetry? What is your favorite poem? Do you have any poems you'd like to share? If so, feel free to send them to me at firstname.lastname@example.org.