Spring songs

Most everyone knows the poem where the poet Wordsworth, reclining on his sofa, remembers the yellow flowers that he saw earlier in the day. “Emotion recollected in tranquility” is the idea here, and William Wordsworth’s philosophy of poetry. But, the reason that I like the poem “I wandered lonely as a cloud” is because it makes me feel “spring-like.”

Doesn’t Autumn look like a girl Wordsworth? (The daffodils are compliments of the great bins of blossoms now available at the local Trader Joe’s market.)



For your reading pleasure, here’s a portion of The Prelude by Wordsworth, edited to be part of his “Was It for This” section by relative Jonathan Wordsworth:

For this in springtime, when on southern banks
The shining sun had from his knot of leaves
Decoyed the primrose flower, and when the vales
And woods were warm, was I a rover then
In the high places, on the lonely peaks,
Among the mountains and the winds?

(I was there in England once. And, I wandered. And then it was that I became a librarian.)