the daffodils

• pek hoş bir william wordsworth şiiri.
  
  the daffodils
  
  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 the inward eye
  which is the bliss of solitude;
  and then my heart with pleasure fills,
  and dances with the daffodils.
• sopor aeternus'un süper bi enstrümantal parçası. çok yavaş çok aheste. bi limandan bi limana taşıyo adamı..
• ilk mısrası i wandered lonely as a cloud'la da anılan wordsworth şiiri. buram buram romantizm kokmaktadır yıldızlara benzetilen nergislerle beraber.
• şair nergisleri çok seviyor herhalde, öyle anlıyoruz.
  
  "when we were in the woods beyond gowbarrow park we saw a few daffodils close to the water side, we fancied that the lake had floüated the seed ashore and that the little colony had so sprung up – but as we went along there were more and yet more and at last under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them along the shore, about the breadth of a country turnpike road. ı never saw daffodils so beautiful they grew among the mossy stones about and about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness and the rest tossed and reeled and danced and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the lake, they looked so gay ever glancing ever changing. this wind blew directly over the lake to them. there was here and there a little knot and a few stragglers a few yards higher up but they were so few as not to disturb the simplicity and unity and life of that one busy highway – we rested again and again. the bays were stormy and we heard the waves at different distances and in the middle of the water like the sea."
  —dorothy wordsworth, the grasmere journal thursday, 15 april 1802
  
  ayrıca genesis'in the colony of slippermen'inin de ilk cümlesi.