Sunday, March 28, 2010

Sunday Poetry Post

These were by an old cabin, far from the lake.

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Daffodils
by William Wordsworth

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 leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but 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.

17 comments:

  1. Oh look the VGW. I am undaunted. Andi's entangled grasses made me think of these native spear grasses that grow in our front pasture. After they've seeded the stalks literally unravel into these curled ribbons.

    Here's a photo of them before they unravel (the tall ones in front of the power pole). The red-ish ones are native Kangaroo grass.

    Both species are rare, as only 3% of native grasslands still survive in Tasmania. We're very proud of our native pastures (note the alpacas in the upper left) which are even rarer than our beloved native orchids.

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  2. Oh, and one of my favorite poems for you Jim. Something you can share with the kids in your classes:

    'Clamp the Mighty Limpet' by Pam Ayres

    I am Clamp the Mighty Limpet -
    I am solid, I am stuck
    I am welded to the rockface
    With my superhuman suck
    I live along the waterline
    And in the dreary caves
    I am Clamp the Mighty Limpet
    I am Ruler of the Waves.

    What care I for the shingle,
    For the dragging of the tide,
    With my unrelenting sucker
    And my granite underside?
    There's only one reward
    For those who come to prise at me
    And that's to watch their fingernails
    As they go floating out to sea.

    Don't upset me, I'm a limpet
    Though it's plankton I devour
    Be very, very careful!
    I can move an inch an hour!
    Don't poke me or prod me
    For I warn you - if you do
    You stand there for a fortnight
    And I might be stuck on you!

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  3. Love the daffs Jim and Lori the Limpet is a HOOT.

    Now that I've had a jolt of beautiful words, pictures and humor--Off to work on story. Have started the marking on hard copy, in a few weeks type in and oh--I see a glimmer at the end of the tunnel. Got plenty of rewriting and writing to get there.

    Relaxing Sunday to All.

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  4. Lori, you are so brave... :-)

    Thanks for the pictures! I love learning about new lands. Hopefully someday I'll get down there. It's high on the list.

    Yay for spring flowers! I don't know why folks don't grow them down here - I miss their bright smiling faces. And thanks for the poem - haven't seen it in forever.

    Good games yesterday, more today. And we're supposed to get a little rain, so you know I'm doing a happy dance.

    Yay on seeing light at the end of the tunnel, Lisa - you've worked hard to get there. Enjoy!

    Off to work myself. Peaceful Sunday, all. Go Duke!

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  5. Waves to all.

    Love the daffodils. They are the first sign of Spring for me.

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  6. Forgot to check the box. Don't pay any attention to me!

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  7. Oh, it's so not fair. Wordsworth could use those old-fashioned constructions, words, and rhymes, and we can't. Oh, okay, they weren't old-fashioned then. That's no excuse! :)

    Hola, mis amigas y amigos.

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  8. I killed the thread. I'm really sorry!

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  9. Lovely photo. It must have been a wet-belly photo. :-)

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  10. Just starting to pop up here. Seeing them with inward eye, which is the bliss of solitude, is all very well but the real thing is even better.

    Love the poem Lori.

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  11. Coneflower, you're almost right. It was wet shoulder photography.

    It's not dead, Nancy, merely resting.

    Lori, love "Clamp the Mighty Limpet." Didn't Peter, Paul, & Mary record it? :-) Great photos. Did you arrange the heart shaped in the grass or was it just the way the weed wilted?

    Confession time: I am not a big Wordsworth fan. I put the poem up because it reminded me of this. I am a big Bullwinkle fan.

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  12. I didn't even notice the heart shape Jim, until after I saw the photo.

    "Clamp" would sing very well to the tune of "Puff the magic dragon". Try looking up Pam Ayres, she has a wicked sense of humor. Simlar to Ogden Nash.

    I too am not a big Wordsworth fan, but Bulwinkle is another matter alltogether.

    Lily really like wasabe peas. Who knew?

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  13. Andi and I both like wasabe peas too. We wouldn't have given the pack the opportunity to discover them.

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  14. I figured she'd take one and then drop it on the floor, but nooooo. I think she scammed about 8 peas total. These were particularly hot ones. Nummy.

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  15. I someone had asked me what blog would be most likely to combine marmosets and passover I would have said this one. I would have been wrong. Sometimes even law blogs will surprise me. :)

    Link

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  16. I can supply the marmoset.

    Andi, you're up.

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  17. That was really funny, Mary.

    Whad'Ya Know, Lori, I do have a picture of Marmotdude cha(i)rinating. [LINK]

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