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post Aug 6 08, 11:32
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Behold the sky without a CLOUD,
Let clement air caress the HILLS,
As then was I who eyed a CROWD,
A dale of dainty DAFFODILS:
Before the beach, beyond the TREES,
Beckoning to me with the BREEZE

An auric acre of awesome SHINE
In matrix like the milky WAY,
A burst of beauty, none in LINE
With sea of sun along the BAY:
No way could I but give a GLANCE,
Winking and wagging in dainty DANCE.

How like the waves, these posies, THEY
will bow and bid in sharing GLEE:
What words would fail to gush with GAY
In green and yellow COMPANY:
I stood amazed, without a THOUGHT
And then thanked God for what He BROUGHT.

And now, as I'm abed and LIE
With peace and piety, my MOOD'
I see them with my mindful EYE
who join me in my SOLITUDE;
Then once again my mem'ry FILLS
and I'm amongst those DAFFODILS.

(to read Wordsworth's "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud", righr here it Mosaic Musings, go to
Legendary Libations, William Wordsworth, posted by Cleo.


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post Dec 31 13, 16:17
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Springtime

I knew the snow was coming from the cloud
which hung above the brown and barren hills
where in the spring and summer there’s a crowd
of children playing in the daffodils.
Now nothing’s left but small denuded trees
that bend and sway in winters warning breeze

which piles that dark’ning veil and blocks sunshine.
With lengthened steps I hurried on my way
to where the yellow taxis stood in line
for tourists who vacationed at the bay.
The shore was empty and my passing glance
revealed the froth as waves began their dance;

demolishing small castles built where they
could only reach by tide or wind. The glee
and laughter gone, as well as all the gay
bright colored umbrella company
erected for that sunny day. No thought
was given to this time of year that brought

the promise of springtime. A passing lie
which winter told when she was in the mood.
December days with Sol’s unblinking eye
are when I seek my hearth and solitude
till seasons change and only one fulfills
my need for sun and warmth and daffodils.


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When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
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Kindness is a seed sown by the gentlest hand, growing care's flowers.
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