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Daffodils by William Wordsworth (read by Tom O'Bedlam)

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Published on Oct 6, 2009

As Abe Lincoln said, "For those who like this sort of thing, this is the sort of thing they like." This is Wordsworth's most famous poem and, in fact, one of the most famous poems in English literature so I can't just ignore it. It has been inflicted on generations of hapless schoolchildren.

A collection of Daffodils is more a "patch" than a "crowd" or a "host" - except if they're in a "never-ending line", when perhaps "row" would be more appropriate. The line will of course not be "never-ending" and it's nowhere near as big as the Milky Way because, man, that's like really humongous: anyway he lost my credulity when he claimed to be able to count ten-thousand at a glance.

I have to mention that daffodils are not golden, they're yellow and they can't dance. The notion that daffodils or waves have human emotions such as glee or jocundity or that clouds can be lonely is called "The Pathetic Fallacy", an expression coined by John Ruskin.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pathetic...

If your heart dances when you're lying on your couch then it's probably atrial fibrillation; not serious in itself but keep a phone in reach and remember to tell your doctor who will arrange an electrocardiogram.

The word "sprightly" is used these days to describe a certain sort of old man. My wife has my permission to stifle me with a pillow if anybody ever calls me "sprightly".

Still, who am I to criticise, if daffodils or this poem fills your heart with pleasure and makes it dance?

Let me give Honest Abe the last word too, "Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be." Beats everything Freud said.

Comments • 59

Alexa Penn
just beautiful - stirring, like gossamer - loamy earth - the sun yellow. . .
Artie Solomon
brilliant reading of a wonderful poem.
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dr arti sahai
n oft when on my couch i lie in vacant or in pensive mood .......................................n dances with the daffofils
Ayesha Windsong
:) Thank you Happy spring.
ami moradi
I'm an English learner but I enjoyed it alot. Thanks
LordLightning 23
Imagination is of it's own device, therefore nature is the lover of nature, and we admire her for that. I think Keats was another who praised nature, he personified roses, lilies, and what not and gave them life. 
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Mohit Joshi
Nice voice
Robert Porter
I hope that your perceptive analysis finds its way into the schoolroom.
William Tusing
full of love
Tommy Andreas
I am beeing reminded of childhood memories: looking at the grand golden cornfield sentimentally and carefully moved by the gold-like wind by my house at sunset. What Gratitude, peace and loning this poem fills my heart with!
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