Spring

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.

- William Wordsworth-1807

The Spring is here and so are the cherry blossoms, magnolias, petunias, the tulips and of course the daffodils my favorite flower above all. I was glad to witness the sun soaked blossoms and can relate to the jubilation experienced by poets and artists. I remember when as a kid i enjoyed reading Wordsworth poem 'Daffodils' and declared it my favorite flower by what i knew they looked in books. I even painted it for my mother, she being a teacher required it for her school project.
And then the other day when i first spotted a bright yellow daffodil in fact rows of it glistening in the sun my childhood memories rushed back and so did my excitement. I have tried clicking them and will upload the pictures soon.
My recent visit to the Cherry blossom festival in Washington was exhilarating. Around 3,000 cherry trees gifted by city of Tokyo to the people of Washington, DC comes to full blossom around the Tidal basic in the heart of the city. The city celebrate the onset of spring with thousand of folks enjoying the weather and the bloom.

...Is it so small a thing
To have enjoy'd the sun,
To have lived light in the spring,
To have loved, to have thought, to have done...
- Matthew Arnold



Comments

Anonymous said…
:) Great to know that you are enjoying Spring. Is it such a small thing indeed.

Tell me about the trees. I love them!

The Trees

The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too.
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

Philip Larkin

Asha

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