The Earth Laughs In Flowers



These sure are not daffodils. But yet, when trees that looked like empty hat-stands (Courtesy: Markus Zusak’s The Book Thief) flaunt the bounty of spring, a poem or two springs into mind  ❤

I wandered lonely as a Cloud

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

Published in Collected Poems, 1815


Those hapless souls stand quite tall
Amidst a carpet of wrinkled leaves
Having shed their crown of brilliant gold,
Loom lifeless, like charred skeletons bared

No more selfies, no more hugs
No oohs and No more awws,
Not as much as a doting glance
Not one, cares to stop by !

As I grieve, the dismal downfall,
A howling wind whispers in my ears –
‘Just wait and see,
What Spring will bring !’

Oh yes ! Sure we know !
A burst of a zillion blooms
Dainty in myriad hues
Will lure them in, once again!


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