[067] * 12 Maggio 2003 - The Daffodils - William Wordsworth (1770-1850) - FRANZ LIFE AND STUFF... // FRANCESCO.MAGAGNINO.blog //

Cosa può sperare un ragazzo che nasce in un quartiere senz’anima, che vive in palazzo sporco, circondato da altri altrettanto sporchi, da mura grigie in un paesaggio grigio per una vita grigia, con intorno una società che preferisce distogliere lo sguardo e non interviene che quando bisogna rimproverare, proibire?”

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[067] * 12 Maggio 2003 - The Daffodils - William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

Di Franz (del 12/05/2003 @ 18:11:11, in 02-03 Erasmus Aberdeen, linkato 1733 volte)

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 be but 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.