martes, 17 de marzo de 2009


En memoria de mi querida amiga Blanca, que era la primera en felicitarme el día de St.Patrick's y a quien este poema le encantaba.

"Daffodils" (1804)

I wander'd 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 stretch'd 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.

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

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4 comentarios:

Francisca dijo...

Thank you Patsy, you are wonderful. You deserve to be happy. Francisca


¡Ay Francisca! hoy me he acordado de Blanca todo el día. Qué penita.
Thank you and don't overdo it!! We both deserve more clients, though.
Un beso.

farala 68 dijo...

precioso poema, patsy... maravillosamente leído por jeremy irons... ¡¡qué gusto!! casi los ves, los oyes moverse... los daffodils... yo solía declamarme el de the trees, de larkin, un poema mucho menos feliz...


Ahh, pero The Trees también es una maravilla... Aquello de "Begin afresh, afresh, afresh." es toda una declaración de intenciones. ¡Saludos!

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