Thursday, March 31, 2011

A Host of Golden Daffodils


I think spring heard me complaining and decided to head our way! Lovely flowers are starting to bloom here and there. And daffodils are definitely a favorite of mine.

I majored in English Literature but poems were never my forte. Every time a professor would challenge us to try to understand a poem or what the poet was trying to express, a part of me would always be thinking, "how should I know?"

But these bright cheerful daffodils remind me of a famous poem by William Wordsworth...and I think I understand exactly what he was saying!

And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

18 comments:

  1. aha, no wonder you have a way with words. ^0^

    and nothing but cheerful daffodils that are so well captured,
    oh, how i wish we have it here. ^-^

    have a nice weekend kaori.

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  2. Perfect poem!!! And there's no mistaking his meaning with that one!!! Lovely!

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  3. I see a lot of those flowers nowadays due to Easter. I think I'll buy some for my mother-in-law :)

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  4. Beautiful flowers and poem! Thanks for sharing.

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  5. lovely quote as nice as the daffodils ;)

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  6. I'm glad they filled your heart with pleasure and I bet they brought a smile to your face! Wordsworth is perfect.

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  7. I web surfed here within these walls
    Until I found a site that thrills
    My eyes, my senses, all enthralls:
    Kaori’s post of daffodils.
    These yellow flowers serve to please,
    And set my sorrowed soul at ease.

    The winter past had brought such woe,
    My fingers chapped, and red, and sore.
    Now to my eyes these colors flow,
    Like girls upon a tropic shore.
    A portent brought by spring’s advance
    To greet me in a hula dance.

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  8. I sure haven't seen an spring flowers yet! But the snow is still melting here....

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  9. Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful



    Please have a good new month.

    daily athens

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  10. I was an English major as well, and had a lot of the same thoughts you express about poetry! But you chose the perfect one to cover feelings of spring. I love daffodils! Some are blooming outside my office and outside my house and I love it! So glad spring finally found you.

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  11. Mmm, I don't understand poems but I love you cheerful photo :).

    Happy Weekend!

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  12. A lovely, happy photo and the daffodils are so pretty. We used to call them daffy-down-dillies when I was little and in Italian they're called tromboncini.
    Coro di tromboncini.
    Melbourne Daily Photo

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  13. Poems & Flowers have many, many admirers. Unfortunately, me not so much.

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  14. Hi everyone! Thank you so much for the comments! Hope you are all enjoying beautiful weather this weekend :-D

    Arabesque, I really don't...but I'm a very good reader ;D

    Tall Gary, wow! You ARE a poet! That is amazing, thank you :-D

    Leif, I hope spring comes to you soon ;-)

    Becky, this is one of the poems that I actually do get! lol. I was looking for daffodils after I saw your post :-D

    Blossom, "daffy-down-dillies" - how cute! I'll have to remember that :D

    Karin, I always called them "trumpet flowers" when I was little :-D

    Cafe P, I could do without the poems...but adore flowers ;D

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  15. Funny, I'm the same with poetry and I hated having to write papers on them. Sometimes a poem comes my way that I can understand or relate to, like the Wordsworth lines you quote... or Tall Gary's! :-D Glad you're getting the daffodils too. I like your photo with the red brick wall behind the bright yellow.

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  16. I changed one letter of one word:

    “I web surfed here within these walls
    Until I found a site that thrills
    My eyes, my senses, all enthralls:
    Kaori’s post of daffodils.
    These yellow flowers serve to please,
    And set my sorrowed soul at ease.

    “The winter past had wrought such woe,
    My fingers chapped, and red, and sore.
    Now to my eyes these colors flow,
    Like girls upon a tropic shore.
    A portent brought by spring’s advance
    To greet me in a hula dance.”

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