I like daffodils, a great country flower that is now just starting to appear in my part of the world, but fear that I may eventually grow to hate them. TWICE today in the car–on the way to and from Albany to be on Joe Donahue's Roundtable Show on WAMC–I was forced to listen to Garrison Keillor reading this:
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.
Etc., etc. God, who can stand any more? Are you kidding me: "Ten thousand saw I at a glance/tossing their heads in sprightly dance." Has there ever been a more nauseating couplet? I'm sorry, if you have no ear, you are not a great poet.
As a college student, I was force-fed Wordsworth and am still not over the choking sensation. OK, two of the Lucy poems are bearable. Other than that, I heartily aspire never to hear another word again.
Photo credit Mark Robinson