Thrilled about spring, I sing :-) while walking these lines 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.
But then I wonder - lonely as a......cloud? When I gazed towards the sky this morning, the clouds did not seem lonely at all. They were more like holding hands, merging into one happy crowd.
Also, can clouds be lonely? There is, of course, that single, white dot alone on blue summer skies.
I suspect Wordsworth needed a cloud to underline the notion of a poet being the lonely, pensive chap. Also “cloud” fits snugly next to its brothers in rhyme.
Lonely as a cloud. I saw a crowd, a host, of golden daffodils. It sounds lovely. Undeniably.
And then I wonder - how, exactly do I pick and chose among words and ideas to make my life rhythmic and melodious? Am I as careful with my sounds and metaphors as Mr William?
If life can be likened to a poem that is......
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