And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils
My favourite poem would have to be “I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud” by William Wordsworth. He lived in early romanticism and since I began my English degree at university, Mr. Wordsworth is my all-time favourite poet.
I love this poem because this is one of the poems that stuck to me, and continues to inspire me whenever I write poetry. I first encountered this poem in my first semester of university back in 2013. My lecturer had prepared the seminar about poetry. He had used ‘I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud’ as an example to explain to us enjambment (I actually thought of Wordsworth when one of my Writing 201 assignments told us to use enjambment) and other poetic techniques. I remember a lot of those techniques because of this poem, and I remembered how I just fell in love with the stanzas. I read it every day after that lecture seminar. Now I know it by heart. ❤
The reason why I love this poem out of all the others is because of the way it’s written. There is a sense of calmness to it, and when you read it aloud, it’s as though you’re sighing happily enjoying the day. The structure is smooth, cascading perhaps. Sure, the poem is a painting of the poet overlooking some clouds and dancing daffodils, but there’s more to that.
My favourite line in this poem would be:
I gazed – and gazed – but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought
Wordsworth mentions a word, “the inward eye”. I was a little confused at first, but I realized that it meant your imagination. Your mind’s imagination, or your memories. The poet explains that watching the clouds and the daffodils was fun and made him relax, but it never occurred to him the beauty of it all, the beauty of Nature, until the moment had passed and he constantly replayed the memory of the daffodils in his mind. It made him happy. Whenever he thought about them, it made his heart happy. The way Wordsworth wrote this too, it sends the feeling across. You feel relaxed, and you see the daffodils and the cloud he mentions. Exaggerating them with the mentions of ‘milky way’ and ‘stars’…I don’t think I need to tell you how much it makes everything even more beautiful. The persona in this poem agrees with me too! Have a read!
Which brings me to my final reason why I love this poem: Other than the fact that it reminds me I don’t need fancy words or big words to write poetry, this poem reminds me to always write my poems with passion, like Wordsworth did. Every word means something. Wordsworth contemplates about the little things, the simple things we overlook like the clouds and the daffodils. This poem can be read in so many levels and interpreted in so many ways, but the way I see it (other than my academic perspective about it)? It reminds us of what really matters: finding happiness anywhere.
To a poet like Wordsworth, being able to feel solitude, bliss and pleasure just by looking at nature in this perspective is a pretty cool thing to do. That’s why he’s my favourite poet. He teaches me how to look at things in a different way. I don’t always need to write a poem about it, but just like how daffodils inspired Wordworth, this poem influences my writing. A lot.
I would never have been motivated to read more on Wordsworth, or even get into poetry itself! if it wasn’t for this poem.
So all I can say is – Thank you, Mr. William Wordsworth.
The Little Novice