{"id":516663,"date":"2010-04-05T20:39:26","date_gmt":"2010-04-06T00:39:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kurtisscaletta.com\/home\/?p=2768"},"modified":"2010-04-05T20:39:26","modified_gmt":"2010-04-06T00:39:26","slug":"do-the-gute-daffodils","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/516663","title":{"rendered":"Do the Gute: Daffodils"},"content":{"rendered":"

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People keep telling me it’s poetry month, mostly through their blogs. I’m looking at you, Laura<\/a>. So today when I was walking to my car and saw a rather sudden — I mean, they weren’t there Friday — a sudden copse of daffodils, I couldn’t help but think of this poem.<\/p>\n

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Daffodils<\/strong>
\nby William Wordsworth<\/em><\/p>\n

I wandered lonely as a cloud
\nThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,
\nWhen all at once I saw a crowd,
\nA host, of golden daffodils;
\nBeside the lake, beneath the trees,
\nFluttering and dancing in the breeze.<\/p>\n

Continuous as the stars that shine
\nAnd twinkle on the milky way,
\nThey stretched in never-ending line
\nAlong the margin of a bay:
\nTen thousand saw I at a glance,
\nTossing their heads in sprightly dance.<\/p>\n

The waves beside them danced, but they
\nOut-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
\nA poet could not be but gay,
\nIn such a jocund company!
\nI gazed\u2014and gazed\u2014but little thought
\nWhat wealth the show to me had brought:<\/p>\n

For oft, when on my couch I lie
\nIn vacant or in pensive mood,
\nThey flash upon that inward eye
\nWhich is the bliss of solitude;
\nAnd then my heart with pleasure fills,
\nAnd dances with the daffodils.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

There may be no more famous line in literature for that writerly detachment and observation than the haunting “I wandered lonely as a cloud,” but the later scene, with the poet lying on his couch, is equally important — a blissful moment of solitary reflection as the experience is considered.<\/p>\n

So many workshops for writers tell you about adverbs and prologues; few tell you, first, you have to be a specific type of person and live and think a certain way. I’m not sure all published writers do, but I do think all great writers do. They are lonely-cloud wanderers, and have the flashing inward eye, every one.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

People keep telling me it’s poetry month, mostly through their blogs. I’m looking at you, Laura. So today when I was walking to my car and saw a rather sudden — I mean, they weren’t there Friday — a sudden copse of daffodils, I couldn’t help but think of this poem. Daffodils by William Wordsworth […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":816,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-516663","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-news"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/516663","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/816"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=516663"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/516663\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=516663"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=516663"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mereja.media\/index\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=516663"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}