"Daffodils"

"Daffodils" by William Wordsworth is one of the other poems I love.

William Wordsworth was a great romantic poem and this poem reminds us of happiness and joy in life that nature brings to us. We should take time out of our busy lives to appreciate the beauty of nature.

Here goes the poem ( source: http://www.poetry-online.org )

"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."

A bit of analysis of the poem can be found here.

"Sweetest love, I do not go"

April is the National Poetry Month in USA. I know no poetry. But I like to read poems.

I had been searching hard for this poem for months and finally I somehow got lucky today. Thank U Google.com !! I think it was the "right" search term or may be it's just that Google has "gotten better" !! :)

This is amongst one of my favorite poems from Xth standard. I was particularly struck by the concept of comparing " a long journey away from one's beloved" as "a feigned death". This is by the English poet, John Donne.

The poem goes like this ( source: http://www.online-literature.com/donne/348/)

"Sweetest love, I do not go,

For weariness of thee,

Nor in hope the world can show

A fitter love for me ;

But since that I

At the last must part, 'tis best,

Thus to use myself in jest

By feigned deaths to die.

Yesternight the sun went hence,

And yet is here to-day ;

He hath no desire nor sense,

Nor half so short a way ;

Then fear not me,

But believe that I shall make

Speedier journeys, since I take

More wings and spurs than he.

O how feeble is man's power,

That if good fortune fall,

Cannot add another hour,

Nor a lost hour recall ;

But come bad chance,

And we join to it our strength,

And we teach it art and length,

Itself o'er us to advance.

When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not wind,

But sigh'st my soul away ;

When thou weep'st, unkindly kind,

My life's blood doth decay.

It cannot be

That thou lovest me as thou say'st,

If in thine my life thou waste,

That art the best of me.

Let not thy divining heart

Forethink me any ill ;

Destiny may take thy part,

And may thy fears fulfil.

But think that we

Are but turn'd aside to sleep.

They who one another keep

Alive, ne'er parted be."

I am so happy to have found this on web. It's such a lovely poem.