Edited by Steve Bamlett, Sunday, 3 Apr 2016, 17:21
My response is based on this mid-difficulty writing assignment.
My poem title is:
English Suppression or Wordsworth Gazes on Thom Gunn
My poem:
Vacantly loitering in a lane,
Closed to the main street and
its low displays
Nearly, I saw grouped idly
alert
A tightly held group of
fellows dancing
Beside a door stood open, it
seemed
To others that desiring might
then join.
So all together they extended time
In fervent fun along that
darker track
That going on and on, no sign
of end
To come, beside the road where
no one came:
How many there were I hardly
counted
Too lost in the toss of their
sweating hair.
Along the crowd five bikes
withstood the sway
Of dancing bodies, the thrill
of speed forgot,
Neither poet I nor bold now to
say
That to be so gay, I feared I
was not.
Just look – and look – until
all I dare think
Was seeing this is near a
distant link
To all I might be. Nearing
home at last
And switching on that light touching my feet
I felt that slow mood glisten
into fast
Lines of inward music
thrilling to the beat
Of something like my heart,
suspecting fads
Of old age, but dancing with
those lads.
The Original
The
Daffodils
William Wordsworth, 1770 -
1850
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.
DS106 Trial Assignment
My response is based on this mid-difficulty writing assignment.
My poem title is:
English Suppression or Wordsworth Gazes on Thom Gunn
My poem:
Vacantly loitering in a lane,
Closed to the main street and its low displays
Nearly, I saw grouped idly alert
A tightly held group of fellows dancing
Beside a door stood open, it seemed
To others that desiring might then join.
So all together they extended time
In fervent fun along that darker track
That going on and on, no sign of end
To come, beside the road where no one came:
How many there were I hardly counted
Too lost in the toss of their sweating hair.
Along the crowd five bikes withstood the sway
Of dancing bodies, the thrill of speed forgot,
Neither poet I nor bold now to say
That to be so gay, I feared I was not.
Just look – and look – until all I dare think
Was seeing this is near a distant link
To all I might be. Nearing home at last
And switching on that light touching my feet
I felt that slow mood glisten into fast
Lines of inward music thrilling to the beat
Of something like my heart, suspecting fads
Of old age, but dancing with those lads.
The Original
The Daffodils
William Wordsworth, 1770 - 1850
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.