Daffodils by William Wordsworth
What makes it special is that Ashish used to read this loud to me when I was pregnant with Swati and was completely bed ridden. Sometimes I would just get sad and lonely and Ashish would read this poem and it would just completely lift me up. And Ashish's voice made it so special (even till date). My favorite part is the last stanza
| 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. ----- The other one is from Pythagoras. These words had profound effect on me. May be because I was more of speaking time. Learn to be silent. Let you mind listen and absorb. ------ This rubaiyat from Khayyam came at such a juncture where I always was making an attempt to live in present. Earlier I would either dwell in the past or get anxious about future. The Moving Finger writes; and having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a word of it. |
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