segunda-feira, janeiro 26, 2004

 

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TO THE DAFFODILS (William Wordsworth)
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high, o'er dales and hills
And all at once I saw a crowd
A host of golden daffodils.
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced,
But they outdid the sparkling waves in glee.
No-one could not but be gay
In such a jocund company!
(...)
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
(...)


Awwww. My darling Wordsworth. Já repararam em como o sobrenome dele é perfeito? "One which is worth of words", na minha modesta interpretação.

Update, 17:35

Este era WW.

posted by Viviane at 12:45:00 PM