Okay, so YES, this is terribly late (or extremely premature... you pick)! But this is a special one so it took a little more planning than usual. I received an email from a reader recently asking who my favorite poet is, and I thought I'd answer that this week... andwhy not make it all about favorites, then? I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud - William Wordsworth (Favorite Flower)
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 gold 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 stretch 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 leaves 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.
The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost (Favorite Poem)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Stopping By Woods on a Snowing Evening -
Robert Frost (Favorite Poet... but this changes by the day)
Whose woods there are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of the easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Primavera - Vivaldi
(Favorite Classical Music Piece... and Composer)
The best part starts 28 seconds in... I can almost see the
flowers blooming. If you click on the video to open it
on YouTube, Spring II and Spring III are in the Related Videos
sidebar. Check them out and love them with me!
There is a Fountain Filled With Blood
(Favorite Hymn to Sing When I'm Alone)
I have many more beloved favorites... but I'm dreadfully tired!
I've got the flu everyone's been trying to avoid. Thank you for
sharing with me these things that bring me so much joy.
